Bobbie considered she had not an ounce of common sense and Everly was a hundred percent correct. This man made her stupid. More than stupid. Because, as he sat going through every single photograph she’d ever taken of the kids, she was tucked up under his arm, resting against his bare chest as if they had not missed a day. Every notion he could have lied to her or was still lying to her had vanished into the deep recesses of her brain and as they shared the tumbler of his expensive bourbon, she knew she couldn’t blame the alcohol for what she was feeling.
It was all him. Well, all him and her reaction to him. For whatever reasons he had of his own, he appeared quite capable of forgetting the past or how they had been at the end of their relationship when she had left, and most importantly
