In front of Druck’s, Darian pulled into the same parking spot that the woman’s car had occupied on Saturday. Stacy jumped down from the truck and slammed the door shut behind him, taking a quick glance around. No Neon. His apprehension slid away from him with relief, weakening his knees. Part of him had feared that the woman and kids would be back again, waiting for them this time, and he didn’t want to be faced with that. He didn’t want to know about it, not as long as Darian was focused on him. Let the guy do whatever the hell he wanted to when they were apart, Stacy told himself he didn’t care about that. Now he knew exactly what Lamar meant when he told Stacy not to bring Ange up between them.
He followed Darian to the office door. The room beyond the glass was dark, lit only by a sin
