CHAPTER THIRTEEN
This Saul guy had a nice bungalow with a huge yard fit for entertaining. Dax had propped himself on a railing by the pool with a view into the concrete shed Saul opened to reveal Ivy’s stuff. She went inside to pick out her bags, so Saul had handed over an ice-cold beer and joined him in his wait.
“You’re a lucky guy,” Saul said to him.
Fixated on his wife’s ass as she bent over to look in a bag, he took a mouthful of beer.
“Yeah,” he said.
Ivy had told him not to say much, which suited him. He had no intention of getting buddy-buddy with the prick who used to f**k his wife.
“Ivy’s great,” Saul said.
“Yeah.”
They kept drinking their beer. Despite projecting patience, he was eager to get Ivy’s s**t and get the hell away from there.
“So… any fights planned while you
