Serena pressed her sexy, curvy body against him, visibly trying to feel the warmth she had missed dearly.
"I missed you so much, Sawyer. I tried to contact you many times without success, so I thought you were too busy to answer my calls or reply to my text messages." She smiled, but her heart ached from not receiving his warm welcome.
Serena clenched her teeth while her eyes were fixed on the woman sitting restlessly beside Martha. A fire slowly ignited in her heart and spread throughout her veins as she watched Abigail Snow, who had stolen Sawyer from her.
It had not been easy to find out who the woman Sawyer had embraced at the police station a few months ago, and she finally learned Abigail's details only today. She felt no fear because she knew Abigail was not from a respectable family; she was merely a lowly barista.
