Chapter Eleven
Jasper
Opting out of spending the night at the bar, I’d stayed home, hoping that Tiffany would call. I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of a barfly. She needed to know that I could be the kind of man a woman could bring her kid around—or baby—or whatever age her kid was.
The age thing bothered me like crazy, so I’d decided to go down to the Dairy King. I wasn’t going to leave until I had at least one answer to the one question that wouldn’t leave me alone: How old is Tiffany’s kid?
On my way to town that Saturday morning, I drove by Tiffany’s apartment to find her car still gone. Hoping she’d be at work, I headed that way. Today would be the day to end my insanity. I’d promised myself that much.
Not in my entire life had I ever been so consumed by anything. It w
