Cayla was almost at the end of her rope. Her client meeting had been a disaster. Her ex-husband had been on a veritable identity theft rampage. And Maddie seemed intent on being her most obstinate, complaining about what was for dinner, about doing homework, about not having more play time with Banana Bread. She’d ended up in tears over being told to get in the bath. Cayla knew her daughter was mostly likely responding to the fact that she herself was keyed up and worried. And that Holt hadn’t come home yet.
Cayla had no idea where he was or what he was doing. A man like him probably wouldn’t respond well to the ultimatum she’d issued. Maybe she shouldn’t have laid into him—into all of them—the way she had. But how foolish could the lot of them be? Very, apparently. After hearing the full
