I swear if she pulls another white sweater out of that suitcase, I’m going to throw it all into the fire. Now that the house is finally empty, I’m sitting at the big table, supposedly writing. But instead of staying with Preacher and Wyatt as they crawl out of the cave and into the jungle, my mind keeps drifting back to Wendy and how beautiful, huggable, soft, warm, and sexy she looked this morning dressed again in all white.
My phone buzzes on the table, and for once, I welcome the distraction, especially since it’s my best friend calling.
“Hell—”
“Have you had s*x yet?” Danny cuts me off before I can finish saying hello.
I take back everything I just thought, I’m not glad he’s calling. Not in the least. Danny has been pestering me for months to “enjoy” my newly single status when I
