It was already 5:30 and I was running out of daylight. First stop. Asshole. I parked the Focus right behind his beat up truck. It looked like he was home alone. I didn’t want to interrupt any hanky panky with any of his women. Quietly, I knocked on the door. “Well, well.” Sean opened the door, his hand held the door open as he leaned on the doorframe. It was hard not to notice his tanned biceps. I had heard that he’d been going to Tan Your Hide. I wasn’t sure if he was tanning or going down there to flirt with one of the community college girls. “Have you come to your senses and want to come home?” He asked. I wanted to smack that grin off his face. “No.” I barged into what was once my home. I couldn’t just tell him what I was there for. He already denied going through the drawer, but I had to see for myself. Like I said, Sean might be good-looking, but he’s as dumb as a box of rocks. I pushed my way into the house. “I. . .” I looked around the family room. It was never this messy when I lived there.
