“Noah suggested I meet the ex at the market.” “He wants to keep an eye on things,” Jaime said. “How did you know?” She scoffed. “Have you met your husband? Really, doll. He’s gonna pelt that son of a bitch with apples and run him right out of the market. Chase that motherfucker down the street.”
Have I mentioned that I love Jaime? BECAUSE I LOVE JAIME
