Ex-Husband at My Delivery Stop
Language: en
I ran into Peter Hawthorne during a late-night delivery shift. He took the condoms I’d brought, his robe hanging open to reveal angry red scratch marks trailing across his well-defined chest. "This is what you're doing now?" he asked, his voice a lazy drawl. I managed a smile. "Gotta pay the bills. Don't forget to leave a good rating, boss." A woman's soft voice called his name from inside the apartment. Peter glanced back over his shoulder before his eyes found mine again. "My number hasn't changed," he said. "If you're in trouble, all you have to do is call." I didn't have time to…