Two months later...

It's been a long fucking day. It's the first day of king crab season and already I miss Ursula. Saying goodbye to her this morning was harder than I thought it would be. As soon as the boat shoved away from the dock, I knew it was a mistake.

I'd been making plans for this to be my last season since the day I knew I wanted her to be mine. I'm a selfish bastard, but I've learned to ignore the guilt that comes with my sweet Ursula and my needs. I've saved up a good nest egg for her and our babies. I've got a job—running...