Devante
As has become my habit when I'm working the morning shift, I park the ambulance in front of A Whole Latte Love. “You want anything?" I ask Cutter who's feverishly texting. Ten bucks says it's to his brand-new wife, Rowan.
“Black, one cream, two sugars."
“Then it's not black, is it?"
“Don't give me s**t this morning. Ro gained two pounds and she's convinced she won't be able to fit into any of her clothes now. Never mind we've already gotten married."
“This is why you got married, and not me," I remind him. Marriage isn't my deal. Never has been, probably never will be.
“I'm gonna call her, try and talk her down from the damn ledge."
“Good luck with that my man."
Gratefully, I leave him in the ambulance by himself. I might be happy for him, but he's driven me crazy talking
