LIZZIE FLUNG OPEN HER front door, expecting to see the delivery guy holding her dinner.
You’ve got to be kidding me, her brain lashed out as the great mood she’d been in vanished into thin air. Now? After all this time?
She stood with her mouth gaping as her unexpected visitor said, “I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”
“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it right here on the porch, then leave,” Lizzie muttered, trying her best to keep a lid on her temper.
Jessica. My best friend since middle school. Jessica, the traitorous man-stealing b***h.
“I understand,” Jessica said nervously. “Probably best.”
“Why are you here?” Lizzie demanded. “And what part of ‘stay the hell away from me’ did you think had some sort of expiration date?”
“I don’t. I just... I don’t know what else
