Two hours later, Emily heard his truck pull up in front of her house but she couldn’t believe it. He came back.
She stood by the window, unable to move.
Brad must have seen her. He hesitated a moment and then hurried to her door. He didn’t knock. He walked in and shut the door behind him.
There was no hesitation, he headed straight toward her, lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing more than a feather and carried her to the sofa, where he put her on his lap.
“What happened?” He appeared so dark and brooding; she sensed there was a whole pile of s**t she didn’t want to know.
“Crystal had you fired.”“Well, I figured out that much myself. So what does she want with me? Why me? What did I ever do to her?” She raged the words, but she already knew. Brad. It was always about Brad.
