Avery
“Here?” I couldn’t keep the scepticism from my voice as Dean pulled the car up in front of the most decrepit bar I had ever seen. It made Cooks look like an upscale wine bar.
“Yeah.” My husband didn’t look at me, instead staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.
Was he nervous about seeing his crazy ass lover? Or was it something else?
Either way, the stony way he was staring straight ahead was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Dean?” What the hell was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he moving, storming in there and getting Parker back from the b***h who took him?
“Yes, Ava?” Finally, he flicked his eyes to me. But it was like he didn’t really see me.
“Does she really want to meet you here, it looks like a
