Chapter 54
AdamLunch the next day brought about forced smiles and congeniality. I thought my face would c***k.
Fuck Taryn. How someone as strong as Alexa could let her interfering cousin boss her around baffled me. Loud and insufferable, Alexa’s cousin was exactly what I found repellent in most American women. The woman had an opinion about everything, and a voice like the shriek of a hillbilly barn owl.
I considered nominating Taryn’s husband, Jeff, for a Nobel Peace Prize. Of course, Jeff had begged off from our mid-morning brunch adventure in favor of “work” and needing to pick up his daughter from his ex-wife’s house later in the afternoon. His choice left me abandoned and in the company of the two women.
As I sipped my overly sweet cocktail, I tried to not to curse at the auditory
