I wince at the faded sign. Brightwater Gardens. I haven’t been here since I was a teenager and I was embarrassed to be seen here then. Now, at twenty-nine, I’m back. Standing in line, I feel my pride peel away like the chipped purple and yellow paint on the sun-bleached letters overhead. A few months back, we decided to call it quits. Me and Charlotte, the woman I was supposed to marry. No hard feelings. Since then, my li...

From behind the door comes his muffled protest. “You’re not serious…” I’m dead serious. “Is there a problem, babe?” I ask, grinning like an idiot. Silence. Then, quietly, “No.” A moment later the lock clicks and the door eases open as he comes shuffling out. “You’re evil,” he mutters, shooting me a look that’s more heat than hate. I grin wickedly. “No, babe… this would be evil.” I slip a hand into my pocket and press the...