As always, he was driving too fast on his way down the highway, heading out to the alligator farm to collect one of the pickups from the SGE fleet this Saturday afternoon. Son-of-a-bitch, he thought irritably. What’s her problem? Con hadn’t wanted to remind Emma that her precious truck was bought and paid for with the money he’d given her in what anyone would have called a rather generous settlement. That was sure to create conflict and Con hated conflict. He hated conflict so much he was going to take said SGE truck back into town to buy a goddamned trampoline for Lizzie. Then, with any luck, she’d bounce her ass into a better mood. After the scene in the restaurant last night, Con had wanted nothing more than to walk out and let his drunk wife find her own way home, but instead he’d wiped the champagne off his face and eaten his subsequently tasteless dinner in silence. And yet . . . This morning they’d woken up, rolled toward each other in the bed, and made love as though the whole embarrassing incident had never happened—a confusing but all-too-frequent pattern these days, especially following an alcohol-fueled disagreement.
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