Chapter 12
TarynI stepped into my apartment and took a deep breath. I’d barely been home in the past two weeks. Between the wedding prep, the birthday party prep, Napa, and nights staying over at Jeff’s, my own home felt foreign. The chill-cloaked air smelled stale. If it weren’t so cold outside, I’d open a window.
Instead, I dropped my purse and keys on the kitchen counter, turned, and crossed the living room to crank up the thermostat. I surveilled the apartment that had been mine for the past six years.
When I moved in, I’d thrown parties nearly every week the first two months I lived there. The great apartment in a posh section of the city, walking distance from the hottest bars and highest-rated restaurants, signaled my success, s*x and the City style, the Dallas edition.
Now, I c
