Adele
“So how’s the new gig going?” Tabitha asks as we leave the coffee shop. I shove my hands deeper in my pockets.
“Um, good,” I lie. I have no idea how the new gig is. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours trying not to think about it.
Two nights ago, I slept with Rafe. Was it only a few days ago I was gazing longingly up the stairs to Rafe’s bedroom and wondering if he slept naked? Now I know. He sleeps in the buff, his whole delicious body laid out like a buffet feast for the eyes.
But then he leaves the bed before dawn. Not only did I wake up in his bed alone, he didn’t even wait to see me off. Deke was waiting with my car keys.
On one hand, my truck was completely detailed, down to the new tires. That was nice.
On the other, Rafe f*****g left. I had to gather up my things and
