MAVERICK

A week ago, it had been an oddly emotional week. I didn’t cry, though, but things had been happening so fast.

I hadn’t seen Lake since that dinner at Braddson estate, but he texted me every day and had an apology for every text. Though he never asked me to come home, I was grateful. If I were being honest, I missed him.

If there was one thing I made progress, it was the freelance job Estelle and London offered me. They said to grab the opportunity when it arose, so here I was while not on trophy wife duty.

I blinked rapidly because I thought I was going...