CHAPTER 5
Dex headed into his house on a separate section of the ranch after locking his pick-up truck. Though a single-level home, its exterior shared similar features with the main house, but it boasted a large front garden Dex loved to tend to. The interior was also different—he’d used the more masculine colors of grey, dark blue, and brown with a splash of teal, though the occasional Chloe toy in bright neon colors always managed to find its way in.
Sunday church had been more boisterous than usual. Dex had planned to slip in and out in stealth mode, but the parishioners had had other ideas. He’d been swamped with folks shaking his hands and wishing him luck. Even the pastor had slapped his back and bid him success. It seemed Miss Prissy had done a thorough job of announcing the deta
