she suspected her frustration was a result of finding about Cash’s marriage, meeting his kid, and then finding primer everywhere without expecting it. Not that she’d spent any mental time on primer vs. stain, and not that she really cared. Cash’s wife was a lucky, lucky woman, and if Rebecca were honest, maybe she was more than a little jealous. She’d been chasing her own restaurant for years and had almost nothing long-term to show for it. How had Cash found time to build a whole family since she left? For the first time, she doubted her choices, and the doubt stung more than a little.
