Chapter 2
Shane came home the next evening in a foul mood, and didn’t even have to pretend to be exhausted. It hadn’t just been a busy day at the garden center. It had been a f*****g madhouse. Every suburban housewife from Burpengary to Coomera, it seemed, had descended on them, waving credit cards and demanding that they be waited on first, and to hell with the two hundred other women who had arrived before them.
His only respite had been during his lunch break. He’d barely had time to eat a quick sandwich in the cramped cubbyhole that passed as a break room. But he had taken a few seconds to pull up the pic that Alexa had sent him the previous evening. Even with his co-workers around him, chattering and eating their own meals, he had gotten hard as a railroad spike as he looked at the
