“No clue. He said I was ‘served’. That means court stuff, right?”

“Well, if you open the packet, all your questions will be answered.”

She was right. We both moved to the kitchen table, where I opened the packet. “Oh!” The exclamation was out of my mouth before I could yank it back.

“What is it?”

“Annulment papers, and they’ve been signed already.”

I glanced up at the clock on our microwave and noticed it was now quarter after seven. I guess that meant we definitely weren’t going to dinner tonight. I sighed as I tossed the papers down on the table. Luna snatched them up and read through all of it.

“I thought you had both decided to have a fresh start last night?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to go to dinner tonight, but I haven’t heard from Tucker and he’s not here picking me up.” Instead, I got courier delivered annulment papers. The funny thing is, I shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet I was.

“I’m going to call into work,” Luna declared.

“Please, do not do that! You missed last night. Don’t miss tonight too.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone after the day you’ve had,” she admitted.

“Well, how about I call my sister. Bea can come eat ice cream with me while I sign those,” I nodded my head toward the papers, “and you can get your ass to work before you’re late and get fired.”

“Fine! You will call me if anything changes though.”

“Promise,” I told her as I gathered the papers up and slipped them back into the envelope. What a freaking day!

Luna left, but instead of calling my sister, I tucked into the chair in the living room and started writing some more of my book. My characters lived through some crazy things, and the worse my life got, the crazier a direction those two took. I was seriously considering putting them in a threesome or an orgy because it was so over-the-top for what I’d already written. There was no way an alpha like this guy would be down for sharing, so wouldn’t that make for a better story? The conflict of him having to do it? Hmmm, puzzling that out took a toll, so I set it aside and got up to go make a cup of coffee. Sure, I should be headed to bed, but sleep was never going to find me tonight anyway. Might as well stay up and write the twisted subplot that was developing.

It was 11:45 pm when the knock on the door startled me out of my stupor. I’d been staring at the screen, or more importantly the entire orgy scene I’d just written, as if the characters were going to snatch me in and make me participate in the completely debauched scenario. Couldn’t say that I blamed them.

I got up and went to the door, cursing the fact that there wasn’t a peephole or window to look through to see who had shown up that late. “Who is it?”