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.

we should talk about Project Oasis,” she said, trying to

proposal’s fine,” Tyler said, “but are you sure William won’t figure it

rubbed his forehead, looking

deep breath, then said calmly, “Even if he does, it doesn’t matter.

gave her a quick

for

you’re ready to come clean

only doing this because

But now…

little princess seemed more thoughtful and composed than she

thing–William hadn’t treated her

gone. What was left I was calmness and

with Tyler. The man was too sharp. Sometimes, he didn’t even need the full story –he could just follow the

Yurelia City, not even Cecilia Rachel wanted to disappear–so that William

with the proposal, I hope you can talk

there’s still one small issue with your

genuinely surprised. She had gone