Page 3 of Embracing Easy

Cheating isn’t something I’m capable of, no matter what, and if he were a better man, he would have broken things off before he started things with Barbie.

Which is why it’s time to rip off the Band-Aid so we can both move on.

“Here.” I wiggle the ring off my finger and set it on the table in front of him.

His eyes go to the ring on the table, then back to me.

If he’s looking for the words to smooth things over, it’s pointless.

“I’ll be out of the condo by morning,” I add.

Barbie sniffles. “What’s happening?”

Bless her heart, at least she’s pretty.

Forcing a smile, I hold John’s stare as I squeeze her hand. “He’s all yours, honey.”

“What?” Yeah. She ain’t too bright. They’re perfect for each other.

Feeling like I’ve handled things with more grace than he deserves, I spin around and head back the way I came.

Too bad I don’t realize that my graceful exit is about to put a target on my back.

Chapter Two

Easy

Six Weeks Later

This has to be a joke. I pull off my ball cap and scratch at the back of my head. No way am I seeing what I think I am. I look over my shoulder, waiting for the cameras to pop out and one of the boys to shout that I’m being punked, but it never comes.

Looking back at the spectacle before me, I’m at a serious loss for words.

Perched like a king on a throne in the middle of an Olympic-sized swimming pool sits a red Ford Ranger spinning around on a rotating platform.

It’s so goddamn preposterous that it’s drawn a pretty impressive crowd of onlookers who are probably wondering the same thing I am.

How the hell am I going to get this truck off of there when it’s surrounded by water?

At this point, their guess is as good as mine. The only thing I know for sure is that if someone managed to get it in there, there has to be a way to get it out.

Wrath steps up beside me to get a better look, and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

“Got any ideas?”

“Call the city and tell them you need someone from the parks department to come down and drain the pool. Once that’s done, you can back the wrecker down the steps, lift the flatbed right up to the platform, hook the undercarriage, and pull that little fucker right onto the rig.”

My brows shoot up. I’m blown away he’s worked it out so quickly. “How the hell did you come up with that so fast?”

Wrath finally loses his control and laughs. “This ain’t the first time college kids have put a vehicle in this pool.”

“Fucking frat boys.” Shaking my head, I pull out my phone, place the call to the city, and make the request to have the pool drained. The lady on the other line just laughs, already knowing the reason why. After listening to the clickety-clack from her keyboard, she warns, “The parks department moves at their own pace. I wouldn’t expect a quick response.”

Great.

“Thanks,” I grumble, ending the call.

That’s good enough for me; I have other things I want to do on my day off. Like ripping out the carpet in the investment property I just bought.

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