He prided himself on having an easygoing attitude, but after moving maybe a quarter mile in forty-five minutes, even his masterful patience had just about deserted him. He dropped his head against the headrest and sighed. He lived in Dallas. Traffic delays were nothing new, and there was nothing he could do about it. He needed to chill. Too bad his SUV was a freaking sauna. The air-conditioning was turned up to arctic blast, but it was still no match for the scorching Texas sun. Or his frustration with his parents, who’d called right before he left his place. His parents, who’d combined for five marriages, were going for lucky number six. With each other this time. “Aren’t you happy for us?” his mom had asked, her giddiness practically leaping through the phone. Happy for them? Yeah, right. Since he was a kid, he’d watched them make a mockery of marriage in their quest to find that all-consuming love delusional singers were always wailing about.
