As much as MaKayla missed Dustin in her life, she knew she’d done the right thing by breaking their ties. Making love to him on the stool that early morning could have easily happened if she didn’t feel, in some way, she was cheating on her husband with the man who took him from her. But still she drove by the club all week hoping to catch a glimpse of Dustin walking to or from his vehicle. She wondered if he would look as miserable as she felt. How crazy life had become. She had never acted like a maniacal girlfriend spying on a boyfriend in her teens. Why start now? As she approached No Bulls’ parking lot, she slowed to check if the grand opening had generated any new Saturday afternoon business. Cops in the lot were a given, but today their lights were flashing. What if something had happened to Dustin? She turned into the lot and parked alongside the building. Squeezing her way through the onlookers, she paused as two police officers escorted a pregnant woman to their car. “Hey, MaKayla.”
