Closing the door and letting the screen swing shut, Walker collapsed against them with a weary sigh, sliding slowly downwards till his ass was on the porch. Letting his head fall back, he closed his eyes. Leandra would hate that he was still on her property, but he needed a minute, damn it.
What a f*****g s**t show.
That couldn’t have gone worse, even if he’d tried. He wasn’t stupid – no matter how much he felt he was right now – he’d known going in that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant time for anyone. Still, he hadn’t expected it to go down like that. If he were being honest with himself, he hadn’t expected as much pushback from Leandra as he’d gotten.
Yesterday, she’d locked herself up because she was crying. And today she’d torn him a new one.
He simply hadn’t expected it.
Whic
