CHAPTER 13
Sadie
“You didn’t know Devon Douglas in her party days,” Hunter says. “She wasn’t always this shining example of a mother with the glow of an angel about her, you know.”
I like Hunter. A lot.
“Will you please shut up.” Devon’s cheeks are so deliciously pink, I feel like pinching them. “Finn’s just over there.”
Devon wasn’t kidding about Sam babysitting Finn. They’re building an elaborate fort out of couch cushions in the living room.
Hunter waves her off. “Finn’s way too busy to listen to any of this.” He does lower his voice a fraction.
“Tell me more, please,” I insist.
“We met on a dance floor in San Francisco. You have to picture the scene. Y Bar was still pretty much exclusively gay back then, but Devon didn’t care one bit about that. She didn’t have as many tattoos
