Chapter 17
Missy finally decided to take Sam up on his offer to bring her to the outlets. She picked the Saturday after Black Friday, and Sam was already regretting it. People clogged the outlets like sardines, pushing their way as they went. Each store looked like it was the scene of a small battlefield with clothes he imagined were once folded and were now tossed in discarded piles.
“How you holding up?” Hadley asked while Missy disappeared into a dressing room for the nine hundredth time that day.
He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to release the tension. “I remember why I give her money for her birthday and Christmas every year and let my mom deal with taking her to spend it.”
Hadley laughed, and god if that sound didn’t act as soothing fingers pressing into his tight tense mus
