Chapter Thirty
Sliding the car into the driveway, I turned on the windshield wipers. I stared at the blades as they moved back and forth over the windshield, sweeping the mud away. If only life was as simple as turning on a switch to wipe away all the emotions that had me reeling since the moment I’d woken up.
I had searched for Jax, driving slowly down every street named after a tree. Each house I passed, I prayed to catch a glimpse of him, his Mercedes, any clue that he might live in one of those homes.
Yeah, I was in stalker mode, and I was getting pretty good at it until an elderly gentleman who had been walking out to get his morning paper spotted me. He waved his cane, yelling that no IRS sons of bitches were going to take away his house. Before I could apologize and explain what
