I'd stayed up way too late the day before at Tanya's bar, running myself ragged.
So when my phone buzzed me awake, I didn't even bother prying my eyes open. Half-asleep, I fumbled to answer it.
Little did I know, the voice coming through the line was Pete's.
"Nicola, where's my passport?" he demanded.
I jolted wide awake instantly.
If it weren't for the totally unfamiliar surroundings I was in, I would've thought we were still together.
All those years, I'd waited on Pete hand and foot, spoiling him so rotten he couldn't lift a finger to do anything for himself. Forget important stuff like his passport or ID, he didn't even know where the first-aid kit was at home, or which drawer I kept the water glasses in.
He was completely clueless.
"Second drawer in the walk-in closet. I put a
