Love Doesn’t Live Past Summer
The delivery-app price war ended up being the smoking gun that proved my husband was cheating.
A man who drank nothing but premium craft coffee somehow had a Dunkin’ iced coffee bag sitting in his car.
After catching me staring at it, he explained, “The new receptionist at work gave it to me. She said there was some promotion going on and the drinks were ridiculously cheap, so she bought too many and offered me one. I only accepted it because I didn’t want to be rude.”
I looked at him with amusement. “Is she pretty?”
Hearing the sarcasm in my voice, Carter Freeman snapped. It was out of character. “If you’re going to keep acting jealous for no reason, get out of my car!”
It seemed that