Page 47 of One More Kiss

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It takesme three hours to find out their tour schedule. Right after that there's a knock on the door. Tia and I look at one another with confusion.

She shrugs and goes to answer it.

"Jennifer Smith?" the girl asks.

"Uh, no. Just a sec," Tia replies.

I walk over. "That's me."

"Sign here." I do. The chick hands me an envelope. "Have a nice day."

"Yeah, you too," I mutter closing the door.

"What's that?" Tia asks.

"No idea. I didn't even know they had couriers anymore."

"Me neither."

I open it and lose my shit.

Since you can't be bothered to answer your phone or text me back, I'm resorting to this shit. Really, Jen. This is ridiculous. I didn’t know you were such a chicken shit. Fucking call or text me when you can make time for your husband. Z

"Oh no he didn't!" Tia shouts.

Now I really am breathing fire.

"He totally did. Husband," I scoff.

"You don't have much time," Tia reminds me.

"Neither does he."

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Joanne gaveme all the information I needed to find Zane, and here I am standing outside the house they've rented for the week—still seething.

I try the door, without bothering to knock, but it's locked. Damn. So much for the element of surprise.

I ring the bell and some woman answers the door. At least she's fully dressed. I just shove past her. I quickly turn when I realize I have nowhere to go, she's staring at me open-mouthed.

"Where is he?" I growl.

She points. "Upstairs. Th-third door on the right."

I glare. How many women have there been? It hurts. It hurts as much as I knew it would if this happened. I'll deal with that later. Right now—anger.

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