Countdown to My Divorce

The feeling of soft fur brushing against her made all the hairs on Rachel’s arms stand up. She jumped off the couch in shock and, without thinking, reached out to grab the hem of Tyler’s shirt.

“Mr. Hunt…”

Why couldn’t Tyler control his dog?!

Tyler barely lifted his eyes, his tone lazy. “He just wants you to pet him.”

Rachel looked at him, doubtful. “Are you sure he doesn’t want to eat me?”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the dog might leap at her any second.

Tyler took a sip of his coffee, then leaned back on the couch. “He does want to eat meat.”

That one sentence had Rachel shrinking back into the cushions, her whole body tense.

Tyler glanced at her and added, “He doesn’t eat people, so why are you freaking out?”

Rachel knew Tyler liked to mess with people, but still, the dog was huge. It was hard not to be at least a little scared.

She just wanted to get this over with and leave.

Oasis,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “That proposal from last time- what did

Tyler said, “but are you

rubbed his

calmly, “Even if he does, it doesn’t matter.

her a quick

had already thought everything through. “So, there’s no need for you to

ready to come

realized now that he might have underestimated her. At first, he thought she was only doing this because of her mother’s final wish, not because she had truly thought it all

But now…

seemed more thoughtful and composed than

proved one thing–William hadn’t treated her all that

What was left I was calmness and

Tyler. The man was too sharp. Sometimes, he didn’t even need the full story –he could just follow the clues and figure things out on his

one knew Rachel planned to leave Yurelia City, not even Cecilia Rachel wanted to disappear–so that William would never

the proposal, I hope you can talk to William

can,” Tyler replied, “but there’s still one small issue

had gone through the proposal