Sable whirled around angrily and strode out of the room.
While she was changing clothes, Saul knocked on her door. “Come in,” she called out.
Saul opened her door, and went in. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Do?” Sable asked.
“About the situation.”
Sable looked at him. “Were you listening?”
“I might have heard a word or two. The way you two were yelling at each other, it was hard to miss.”
Sable was so mad, she almost growled. “Damn, Saul, she’s got me so fuc—”
“Sable, does Tucker know how you curse?”
“No, I don’t suppose he does, but who cares? I’m not changing for any man.”
Saul pushed Storm’s picture in front of her eyes. “Not even this one?”
Sable grabbed it out of his hand and looked at it. “Where did you get this?”
“It was in the envelope with the letter he sent you. Di
