Jeri just wanted to get to the homestead and confess everything to Scarlett right then. “Confess” wasn’t the right word either. She didn’t have to justify her relationship with Sawyer. As he’d said, they were both consenting adults. He’d signed his name; she’d signed hers. They’d both said I do.
Sawyer peered over her shoulder at the device still in her hand. “I don’t care,” he said, falling back a couple of steps. “You decide when you want to go and text me.” He started walking back toward his house.
“Where are you going?” she called after him.
“Gotta do my morning ritual.” He turned around and walked backward for a few steps, the smile on his face as bright as the sun. Okay, maybe not that bright. It was sweltering today, and September was supposed to bring cooler temperatures.
Jeri
