5
RAMSEY
I walked into O’Kelley’s and glanced around. For a Tuesday night, it was busy. Unfortunately, I’d gotten to know how many people were usually at O’Kelley’s each night. I spent far too much time there over the last six months. Far too much.
Ian waved at me from the far end of the bar. I nodded back and headed his way, barely noticing the women between us. I wasn’t interested in any of them. They weren’t Melody.
Hudson had a beer in front of the stool before I made it over to Ian. I nodded at him, and he jerked his chin back then served more customers.
“You doing okay?” Ian asked me.
I shook my head. I’d stopped trying to hide how bad things were, but it was still tough to admit I couldn’t make my marriage work. Ian and Blake were new and shiny and perfect. Nothing could touch
