Kids by Christmas

Tom raised his brows. “That he’d remember you with enough fondness to help you out?”

She lifted her head to expose a twisted smile. “Something like that.”

“I heard his language when he came home and found his stuff in the driveway. Didn’t he break your front window with a rock?”

She ducked her head again. “The thing is, we met in the sixth grade. We were high-school sweethearts. You saw the bitter end, but there were good times.”

He wondered. Had there been good times only because she’d been compliant?

“Some men don’t take rejection well.”

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