Chapter 240
- Chelsea's got a toddler balanced on her hip like it's a designer purse, and Ashley's wearing that same look she had when we first met—like every man here is a goddamn steak fresh off the grill.
- "Oooh," Ashley sing-songs, her eyes landing on me. "If it isn't Mr. Big D himself."
- Alyssa spins toward her so fast it's a miracle she doesn't throw her back out.