Chapter 11
Flinging open the door, I exclaimed, “What’s wrong?”
“Erica,” she said, falling into my arms. I guided her to the couch, while Linda cried on my shoulder. My emotions seesawed between attraction and concern. Grabbing a beer and bottled water from the refrigerator, I joined her and waited for the explanation for her state of mind.
Twisting the cap of the H20, Linda sighed, “Well, its official, Erica is cheating on me. I walked in on her and this April chick about thirty minutes ago.”
“What!”
“I told Erica I was going to be home late because I had a hair appointment. When I got to the shop, Janine was running way behind so I decided to reschedule for first thing tomorrow morning. Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night at home. I was going to come home, fix dinner, and spend
