When I got home, I stood under the shower until the water ran cold, the boys parked in front of the TV watching the original Star Wars. I used the bath salts Goldie had given me for Christmas last year but never opened, hoping it would scrub off the layer of sleaze that had built up at Dex’s ranch. I let my hair air dry while I carried a laundry basket around the house picking up dirty clothes that had been scattered on the boys’ bedroom floors and in their bathroom.
I had to admit my feelings were a little hurt. Okay, a whole lot of hurt. I felt a funny pang of regret, a loss of something that hadn’t quite started. Ty didn’t want anything to do with me because I was a threat to myself. Ha! Nothing, I meant nothing, exciting happened to me—until less than a week ago when I’d purchased two
