TRIXIE WAS TREMBLING as she replaced the receiver. Wow, he’s mad. And she wondered if it was because of the theft, or if the mistakes she’d made over the last several months were finally coming home to roost.
At this point, she was fully prepared for her professional life to be in shambles too. Why not? She’d arrived at her house Monday night to find Joshua pouting on his dog bed, and a note on the kitchen counter beside Grant’s front door key that confirmed what she’d suspected all along. Grant had met someone else; he was sorry if the situation hurt her, he hoped they could still be friends, blah blah blah. Wasn’t even man enough to tell me to my face. He came by when he knew I wasn’t home, packed the few things he still had at my place, and bailed out.
And don’t they always say things
