Christopher hadn’t known what to expect when he got home. He drove through the gate like a man heading to his sentencing. Taking a moment to brace himself in the car, he reminded himself that he was a good, patient man who could handle a little drama. Hell, he had survived his ex-girlfriend. That had been boot camp for drama management. Just to be safe, he didn’t allow his brain to wander too far and think about the kind of drama his ex-girlfriend had constantly baptized him in. Such thoughts would have had the opposite effect on him and he would have driven right out of the yard rather than go into the house.
Moments later, walking into the house, he paused. After her hysterical call earlier in the day about a strange woman at the supermarket, he certainly hadn’t expected to find her in
