“I can’t read this tonight.”
With a beleaguered sigh, Sawyer tossed the paperback on the end table. The prose was questionable, the plot barely existent, and he only purchased it because the swarthy pirate on the cover reminded him of Jimmy.
“You’re so sad, Sawyer.” He didn’t usually talk to himself, but the empty house felt abnormally hollow this evening.
Jada had left for her pottery class over an hour ago. Or was it her yoga class night? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember h