Chapter 66

• Barry strode into the kitchen after pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stared at his ex-wife. She sat at the kitchen bench, a coffee in her hand and a look of disdain on her face.
• “What the hell, Heather,” he growled walking into the kitchen fully and around the bench so he could see her face.
• The night before seemed like a dream that had faded with the dawn as he stood there and faced the one woman who had turned his world upside down not once, but twice and was well on the way to a third. “Why are you here?”