Page 45 of Against All Odds

I nodded and looked at my phone, which was on mute. There were two missed calls from Heath and five messages. I went to my office as I called him.

“Hey, I’m on my?—”

“It’s okay. She’s gone.”

“What happened?”

“I’m sure all of Aspen and surrounding counties willhave that news everywhere, and since I’m certain some people recorded that debacle, you’ll be able toseeit.”

“Shit.” He sounded exasperated. “I’m sorry, Sable. You okay?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

But I wasn’t. Not even close.

“You need to talk to your wife, Heath. She can’t come to my place of work and make a nuisance of herself.” I had started shaking with the force of adrenaline.

“Ex-wife, darlin’,” Heath corrected me, and I could feel his irritation. “You know this is out of my control, don’t you?”

What the hell did that mean?”

“But I’ll talk to her,” he added.

“Thank you.”

“Did you say or do anything to provoke her?”

What the fuck?

“No,” I replied tightly.

I heard his sigh. “She isn’t usually like this, Sable. Let me see what’s going on. Maybe we need to be careful and not flaunt our…us in front of her.”

My heart hammered at his words. Was he takingherside on this?She shows up here and insults me, and he’s wondering if I caused her to lose her shit and how I could mitigate future outbursts from her?

“Again, babe, I’m so sorry.” He sounded contrite. “I’m going to take care of this, alright?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll come around the Wildflower around closing time.”

I didn’t know how to feel about him right now. I was conflicted.

“I miss you when I sleep alone,” he murmured.

I melted like snow on a hot spring day. “I’ll see you later,” I breathed, hoping I was done with the dramatic program for the night.

But before Heath arrived, around closing time, Natasha Vikar showed up at the Wildflower.

There were only stragglers left, and as she sat on a barstool, I raised my hand. I was out of fucking patience. “If this is you stepping in to tell me to back off your brother-in-law, you need to take it up with him.”

She smiled sheepishly. “Not here to do that, Sable.”

“You want a drink?” I asked, my hands on the bar counter. I was raw and emotionally battered. And once again, I wondered if two orgasms a night, or maybe three, were worth it.

“I miss you when I sleep alone.”

Fucking hell! So, yeah, it was worth it because…damn it, because I liked Heath despite the crazy ex.

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