24
Saige
The men left me alone, and the first thing I decided on was to curl up on Flynn’s bed and read a fictional character’s happily ever-after I’d already read dozens of times before. I disappeared between its bodice-ripping, bare-chested hunk pages, escaping reality until lunch.
Canned peaches made up my meal, and I finally set out to do the day’s chores. Tears still pricked my eyes over Joc not clucking to greet me when I opened the chicken coop. Jake eyed me like I’d been the villain, taking his woman from him. He’d only stopped crowing a few hours after Callan took her. I was surprised my bastard husband hadn’t killed the rooster for all the ruckus he’d raised in that time.
“Count your feathers lucky,” I told him, my tone as dead as the heart in my chest.
I meandered through t
