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umpteenth time since he’d asked her for a divorce, Jada wondered how she could not have known that Eric could be so conniving, so heartless . He could not have simply changed overnight. It was as if she’d never really known him at all.
    Jada shook off thoughts of Eric, which she had become adept at locking away in the back of her mind, and finished picking over the shelves. By the time she was done, her shopping cart was nearly full. She just hoped she sold enough products at her next couple of Naughty Nights parties to pay for this stuff before the credit card bill was due.
     “Now I just need to find somewhere to put it all,” Jada said as she stacked the bags in her trunk. God, she missed her big house with its ample closet space.
    She suddenly realized that she wasn’t too far from Mason’s. Maybe Kiera could drive over so that she could unload it at his house.
    Jada speed dialed Kiera. “Hey, I picked up a few decorations for your party. Do you have a minute to head over to Mason’s so I can drop it there?”
    “He’s home,” Kiera said.
    “What?” Jada’s head reared back. “On a Thursday afternoon? Isn’t that against the workaholic’s code of ethics or something?”
    “I know, right? He took a vacation day. Said he needed to get away from the office for a bit. He said he would be home all day, but if you get there and he’s not, just give me a call. It won’t take me long to get there.”
    “Thanks,” Jada said before disconnecting the call.
    She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go out to Mason’s now that she knew he was there. She could only take him in small doses, and after their run-in a couple of days ago, she figured she’d met her quota of Mason Coleman for the month. Maybe even the year.
    Jada drove up to the gate of his subdivision and was surprised when she was waved in by the guard who was manning the gate the last time she was here.
    “Seriously?” Jada snorted. What if she was a crazy ex-girlfriend who wasn’t welcomed?
    She’d suspected that the guard, like the gate itself, was just another way to provide a false sense of security for the former city dwellers who didn’t realize they were moving into a town that saw crime about as much as it saw snow.
    When she pulled up to Mason’s, she spotted him on a ladder in front of the house, emptying debris from the gutters. Jada parked on the street, even though she could see his dark blue Benz was already parked in the garage.
    She grabbed a couple of the bags of decorations from the back seat and started for the house, walking on the freshly cut grass.
    She stopped a few yards from the ladder. “Hey, Mason, let me in the house. I need to put these inside.”
    He ignored her.
    “Hellooo. Mason?” Jada called. That’s when she noticed the thin wires coming from his pockets and going up to his ears. He dusted off his gloved hands and started down the ladder. When he was about four rungs from the bottom, he pulled the earphones from his ears and stuck them in his left pocket.
    “Cleaning gutters?” Jada called. “That’s what you do on your vacation day?”
    “What the hell?” Mason turned around so swiftly that he lost his balance and went tumbling down the ladder.
    “Mason!” Jada dropped the bags and rushed to him.
    Well, hell. She didn’t like the son of a bitch, but she didn’t want to kill him!
     
    ***
     
     “Holy shit,” Mason muttered. He squeezed his eyes tight as he lay on his back, thankful that he’d gone with the Zoysia grass when his landscaper had given him various options. The soft, dense ground cover had probably saved him from a broken hip.
    “Mason, wake up! Oh my, God, do you need to go to the hospital? I should call an ambulance.”
    “Shit,” he whispered again. Jada’s frantic nattering wasn’t doing a damn thing to help the headache that had instantly sprouted up behind his eyes. He lifted one eyelid and noticed her dialing on her cellphone. “No,” Mason said.
    “Hello, I need to