CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Being allowed to choose her own clothes was a novelty. Not something she’d ever considered it during normal everyday life.
Since having s*x, Dax had become increasingly distant as they got ready. Not being Mr. Chatty Small Talk, he often didn’t say much, but there was something different about that morning’s frown.
“What’s on for me today?” she asked, sliding on a shoe. “If Rita is here to take care of the chores, what is it you want me to—”
“I have to show you the operation.”
“How are you gonna do that? Is there a secret meth lab bunker somewhere around here I haven’t seen yet?”
“We’re going out,” he said, fastening the buttons on his jeans and walking out.
The concept of leaving this house stunned her. For a few minutes, she didn’t move or speak while the idea p
