Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Creed

The view wasn’t as good when Jada wasn’t enjoying the sunset on the patio.

I leaned against the open doorframe on the patio and sipped on my almost-gone whiskey. I had resisted the urge to make my way to the bookstore and instead came home.

Jada had asked for time; it had barely been twenty-four hours since I had sprung my plan to her.

I drained the last of my whiskey and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

I just hoped she didn’t take too much longer.

I wasn’t a patient man.