Chapter 18Don climbed out of the swimming pool and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. In between the flashes of blue terrycloth towel and water drops that fell from his hair, he could see the screen on his cell phone lighting up with an incoming text message. He threw the towel on the lounge chair to pick up his phone to read it.
There were two smiley face emojis and the words: GR8 News. Call Sharon ASAP. Don set the phone back down. Whenever Sharon had news, it was usually about some guy she met at a bar or coffee place, and he didn’t feel like hearing about it right now. He was prepared to ignore it, but then the message came through once again. He picked up his phone, swearing as he dialed Sharon’s contact number.
“Whatever this is it had better be good. I was in the pool,” Don snapp
