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Relax, Parker.
This wasn’t the end of the world. Second Chance wasn’t off the face of the earth. She’d work her magic and be back to her daily grind before she could dirty her Jimmy Choo pumps.
She had half the mind to get the “driver” fired.
Her negativity had followed her and remained strong. She didn’t want to be in Montana, especially not in some place called Second Chance. She didn’t believe in second chances. In love or otherwise. A person only had one shot. Edgar gave her three weeks to convince Bonnie Bonner to sell or Parker would find herself without a job—one that she’d worked her ass off in. She wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Her cell buzzed. She was hopeful for news that her driver had finally made it. Yet, if she didn’t have the driver’s contact information how would he have hers? Her stomach dropped when she saw Gray’s name pop up. What could he possibly want? As far as she was concerned, she had nothing left to say to him. Moving on meant leaving him behind, although it wasn’t as easy as she thought it might be. She’d learned the hard way that life was never fair or easy.
Her cell alerted her to a new text message.
“Parker, I didn’t want to tell you this in a text, but I wanted you to hear it from me. Jetta is pregnant. We just found out a few days ago.”
His mistress was pregnant.
Swallowing bile, she powered off her phone.
Parker had wanted kids too, but a career-driven woman shouldn’t have kids, at least that was what Gray had told her. Neither one of them had wanted to change, give up the fast-paced career-chasing lifestyle to start a family. Now here he was having a baby with his mistress—or rather, new wife. Jetta. The woman with a car name.
Frustration grew in Parker. How rude was it for the driver to keep her waiting?
The sun beat down on her where she sat on the bench. She’d removed her cardigan and rolled up the sleeves to her white silk blouse, and even loosened a few top buttons. She searched her purse for an elastic band and used it to pull her long, thick hair up, not worrying if she looked presentable. She’d passed that stage of caring.
Five more minutes ticked by and she decided to call herself a car just as a big-wheeled, black truck pulled alongside the curb.
This couldn’t be her ride…could it?
~~~~~
Raven parked his truck along the curb and patted his dog, Chow, on the head. “Now listen, boy. You need to be on your best behavior. I’m putting a lot of trust in you.”
The Alaskan Malamute whined and thumped his heavy tail against the leather. He’d come a long way from the sad, malnourished, timid dog Raven had rescued.
“You’re about to meet city folk for the first time.” He couldn’t say he looked forward to picking up Bonnie’s relative from the airport, but when she called last minute needing his help Raven couldn’t tell her no. Since her husband passed away, Raven had been checking in, doing some odds and ends that needed done around the farm, and helping out as much as he could. He liked Bonnie. She and her husband had always been good friends to the Ryder family.
Chow gave him the side-eye.
After months of training, the dog had graduated with honors from the canine obedience school. Now it was time to put his behavior to the test.
Raven searched the sidewalk and saw only one person. A woman wearing dark sunglasses that covered half her face. She seemed to be staring at Raven through his front window. He craned his neck. Now where was Bonnie’s relative? There was no sign of a man who looked like he had a hair stuck up his ass, per Bonnie’s description.
The woman shifted, tapping the toe of her fancy shoe as if she had a bone to pick with anyone who’d listen.
“I’d hate to be the poor bastard picking her up,” Raven said with a snort, but his eyes naturally took a path over the thin, white shirt that clung to her full breasts. The shadow of her nipples made his chest tighten. Her black skirt had a deep slit that exposed a large portion of her thigh—a nice, toned thigh at that. Just enough skin to tease a man.
Problem was, he hadn’t been with a woman in…shit. Too long to actually admit to. That made him a walking hard on. Why didn’t he just call up an old girlfriend and indulge in some tension release? And why didn’t that thought entice him?
His morals and values were changing and his body was paying the price.
The wind picked up and he realized he was still staring at the woman on the bench. Tendrils of platinum blonde hair had come out of the mess piled on top of her head. She wiped the strands away from her cheek and her lips twisted into a frown.
Raven laughed. “Someone’s in big trouble.”
She waved.
He froze. “Is she waving at us, Chow?”
She stood and strode down the sidewalk…straight for his truck.
