That Saturday afternoon, I sat in the kitchen, working on ideas for the upcoming fundraising effort. Barbra and the guys had been right. A break was just what I needed to refocus, and time away from Crispin was definitely helpful.
Around four o’clock, the sun streaming through the kitchen window, I heard a knock on the door. Surprised, I went to answer it.
The shock I felt was unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. Speak of the devil. It was Thad Zander, Royce’s ex.
“What the…what the hell are you doing here, Thad?”
The man in question rolled a faded blue baseball cap around in his hands. Thad looked like he’d seen better days. He was thinner, too. This was a far cry from the man I remembered many years before—successful, arrogant, almost insolent. Thad had had expensive tast
