Missy spent the evening in tears, her feet wearing a path in the kitchen floor as she paced back and forth. She couldn’t believe Tucker had paid her debts. The sense of relief when he’d told her had been immediate and crippling. It was a true miracle, and she couldn’t even articulate how grateful she was.
At the same time, she was absolutely horrified and incredibly furious. Her debts were her problem, not his. He had no right kept streaming through her head, along with, I’m so glad he did.
She couldn’t live on this teeter-totter for much longer. She grabbed her keys and whistled at Fritz. “Come on,” she said. “Wanna go for a ride?” The dog always did, and he loaded up with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, ready for whatever adventure lay ahead.
Missy wasn’t even sure where she was
