Page 4 of Roll With The Punches

“I wouldn’t assume. Especially not about something like this.”

“Good boy. Keep me posted on the details.”

Jeff’s cock stirred. He couldn’t help it. Every time Brandon called him his good boy, it had that effect on him. “I will.”

When he called Iris back, she answered on the first ring. “Well?”

“I can go. What information do you need from me to book the tickets?”

By the time he reached the car dealership he worked for and parked in the employee lot, Iris had already confirmed their tickets and e-mailed him the information.

Apparently, the husband would be flying back on Monday, meaning they’d be out of there long before he returned. And since Sylvie had found evidence the guy was meeting one of his girlfriends out in California, where the seminar was being held, she doubted he’d cancel his plans at the last minute, business trip or not. Being it was California, no chance of him just happening to stop back home to “check in.”

Sylvie had already talked to an attorney and started things on her end. He would file the paperwork for her on Monday. She’d also be taking half the money from their joint bank accounts before her husband would have a chance to move it or withdraw it himself.

According to Iris, this had been a plan more than two months in the making, simply waiting for an opportunity to schedule it. Sylvie had also been putting on an act for her husband to make him complacent and think she wasn’t going to do anything to leave him. She’d threatened to leave him once before, and he’d told her he’d burn down the house with the dogs in it if she did.

That was why she needed to leave the state. She had family in Florida, but she was estranged from them due to her husband’s actions over the years. Iris hoped that with Sylvie back in Florida, she might be able to repair those relationships.

Plus her husband was lazy. It was doubtful he’d come after her in Florida, especially when he had girlfriends on the side he could simply latch on to, move one of them into the house, and whine to them about his horrible wife.

This should be an interesting weekend.

At least Brandon’s ex-wife had settled down somewhat. Tracey was making hit-and-miss efforts to mend her relationship with Emma. But Emma still hated her stepfather, Pat, and Pat’s thirteen-year-old son, Corey.

AKA “the Goober.”

Things could always be worse.

He headed inside to see what interesting problems would await him in the service bay.