Ex-Husband, You Don't Own me
he muttered, leaning his head back against the seat.
Meanwhile, after Dexie took the taxi, she headed straight to her private apartment downtown.
She had no plans of seeing Luke tonight, or anyone else, for that matter. But as she unlocked her door, her phone buzzed.
Susan.
Dexie stared at the screen for a moment, debating whether to answer. With a sigh, she accepted the call.
“Dexie, it’s almost dinner time. When will you be here?” Susan’s voice was smooth, gentle, the practiced tone of a mother playing nice. As if the blow-up from a few days ago had never happened.
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