Page 74 of Against All Odds

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I snapped.

“No,” he stated somberly. “I know I messed up. But you also had a fling. So, now we’re even, and we can…get back.”

This man was seriously delusional.

“Jack,youwere fucking Molly for a year while we were married—and it sounds like she was fucking her baby daddy during that time. Good thing I got tested after you told me about her. WhateverIdid happenedafterwe were divorced, so that doesn’t add up to us being even.”

“Come on, Sable. I know you love me. I know you’ve been waiting for me to take you back. I’m here now.”

I stood, needing to put some distance between us. “Yeah, you’ve lost your mind.”

“We can make this work.”

I couldn’t tell if he was actually thisdumbor if I had been to have spent ten years of my life with him.

“I don’t think so, Jack.”

His expression twisted, and for a moment, I thought he might actually apologize. But instead, his face hardened.

“You’re making a mistake,” he barked. He stood up, and his posture was total aggression. “I’m trying to do you a favor here. God knows you need someone to accept your sorry ass after Heath kicked you to the curb in front of half the town. You should be grateful that I’m even offering.”

That did it.

“Alright, that’s enough. You can go now.” I marched to the door and opened it.

“Sable—”

“Get out.”

“Hey, get off your high horse and listen to me, you little bitch.” He’d worked himself into a frenzy because this conversation, like the one he’d had with me when he told me about knocking up Molly, wasn’t going his way.

That was when Elijah, Casey, and Mackenna came into the bar.

A giggle escaped me when I saw them.

Elijah had a butcher’s knife in his hand. Casey had a meat mallet. Mackenna had a bottle of vodka she was holding by the neck.My three Musketeers!

“You heard her.” Casey banged one end of the malleton the palm of her hand as if keeping time. “Time to go, asshole.”

Jack scowled.

“Yeah, man, time for you to get the fuck outta here.” Elijah was a big man, and with his tattoos and long hair, his reputation of being a criminal, the butcher’s knife was just over the top.

“Think about what I said.” He pointed a finger in my face.

I didn’t know why I did it, but I snapped my teeth as if biting the offending digit off. He jumped back, squealing.

He called me afucking crazy bitchbefore he marched out.

As soon as he did, the four of us broke into laughter, the pee-in-your-pants kind—the kind I hadn’t experienced in years.

CHAPTER 25

heath

When a man screwed up as epically as I had, the damage control was massive.

I’d handled Daniel, but that had been acrimeof opportunity, so to speak. I needed to talk to Alexa, but before I did that, I needed to sort things out with my daughter, who had refused to give me more than single-word answers since last Saturday—when I lost my shit with Sable.

---