Chapter 8: Tomorrow We Start Over

Jackson

I shrug at Taylor. “Need more of the hard stuff?”

Taylor shakes her head. A veil of sadness slides over her features. “I told him to get his ass in the shower before I could speak to him. I let him think it was to wash their scent from his skin.” Taylor’s blue eyes briefly connect with mine before looking away. “I really needed time to calm down and think.” She giggles to herself. “I made a list.”

“You and your lists.” Kennedy laughs.

Although I thought Taylor would brandish a knife and threaten to castrate him, making a list is not a surprise.

Taylor continues, “I told him he had to clean up everything before I returned to talk to him at eight a.m. I couldn’t sit in the stink and filth. If I threw him out, I’d be stuck cleaning, and that was not going to happen.” Taylor shrugs. “I drove to a hotel for the night, and I visited the hotel bar.”

Kennedy prompts, “Was it clean?”

“Yes. He claims he did it all himself. I still don’t believe him. The jackass had picked up breakfast