“Where are you going?”

“To check on Julia,” I said.

“Why? She’s only whimpering. Maybe she’s having a nightmare about you chasing all her boyfriends away.”

“Very funny, Ellery.”

“It’s okay, Connor. She’ll be fine. If she starts to scream, then we’ll get her, but until then, she’s just probably trying to get comfortable.”

I pulled on my boxers and lay back in bed. “You’re right, babe,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and stared at my daughter through the monitor.

Ashlyn’s trial had been going on for about three weeks, and Connor was under a lot of stress. Julia had started to sleep through the night, so that made things a little easier for us. Connor and I worked out at the gym every morning before he went to the office, and Mason watched Julia. He was so good with her, and it was easy to see how much he loved her. Landon confided in me that he was happy that we hired Mason as Julia’s nanny because all Mason had been talking about in California was adopting a baby, and Landon wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet. So, taking care of Julia had kept Mason busy enough to get his baby fill.

It was a typical morning. Mason was downstairs with Julia. I was putting on my workout clothes and Connor was getting his things together for work. He seemed really on edge this morning, and it was bothering me.

“Don’t forget we have Camden’s birthday party this weekend at your parents’ house,” I said casually to him.

“I don’t know if I can make it. With this trial and everything, I’m behind at the office, so I may have to work all weekend.”

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Camden will be crushed if you’re not there, and you’ve never missed anything.”

He took a hold of my arms and removed them from his waist. “Don’t start with me, Ellery. I’ve got a lot going on right now.”

“Excuse me, Connor!” I snapped.

I sighed and walked out of the room. I didn’t want to start my day off with an argument, and I needed to get to the gym because I was meeting Peyton for fittings and lunch. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed my bag and kissed Julia goodbye.

“Mason, tell Connor that I already left.”

“Umm, all right, Elle. Have a good day,” he said.

I took the elevator down and when the doors opened, Denny was standing there.

“Are you ready to go, Ellery? Where’s Connor?” he asked.

“Who cares, and I’m taking a cab. Bye, Denny,” I said as I stepped onto the sidewalk and hailed a cab.

I was on the treadmill in the gym, listening to my iPod, when Connor stepped on the treadmill next to me.

“You never cease to amaze me. I hope you know that,” he said.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. Music’s playing,” I said loudly.

“Ellery, take out the damn ear phones.”

I rolled my eyes and took them out. “There. Happy?”

He shook his head as he ran on the treadmill. “Why the hell would you not wait for me?”

“Because you were being an ass and giving me an attitude.”

“All I said was that I didn’t think I was going to be able to make it to Camden’s party.”

“You told me not to start with you in an irritated tone. So, I left because I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Baby, you weren’t bothering me.”

“And you’re not talking to me. I know you’re not telling me things, and it’s eating you up inside.”

“I don’t want to discuss this any further right now, especially here,” he said.

I shook my head, and I got off the treadmill. “Fine. I’m going over to the spin bike.”

I walked across to the other side of the gym where a row of spin bikes sat. I knew Connor wouldn’t come over there because he hated the spin bikes. He was irritating me with his attitude and not wanting to talk about the trial. I could understand him being upset and trying to protect me, but he needed to understand that I didn’t need protecting. I was a big girl and I could handle it. What I couldn’t handle was him neglecting his family.

I stayed on the bike for about forty-five minutes, and then I looked around for Connor. I went to his usual machines but he wasn’t around. I saw Toby, one of the personal trainers, and asked him if he’d seen Connor. He said he that he’d left already. My blood started to boil as anger shot through my body. I couldn’t believe that he left without saying goodbye. I stomped off to the locker room, grabbed my phone from my locker, and quickly sent him a text message.

“You’re an asshole.”

“If you say so,” he replied.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time for this. I needed to shower quickly and meet Peyton down the street in less than an hour. After I finished getting dressed, I packed up my bag and left the gym. When I walked out the door, I saw Denny leaning up against the limo. I couldn’t help but smile at this all-too-familiar sight.

“Denny, what are you doing here?”

“Just seeing if you need a ride home.”

“Thank you, but I’m meeting Peyton down the street.” I smiled as I started to walk away.

“Ellery!” Denny called out.

I stopped, turned around, and looked at him.

“You know that you and Julia are the things that matters most to Connor.”

“I know that, Denny,” I said as I looked down.

“He may not always be right, but he loves you more than his own life, and he would do anything to protect you.”

Tears began to fill my eyes as I looked up to keep them from falling. I walked over to where Denny was standing, and I gave him a hug.

“I love him more than life too,” I whispered in his ear.

Denny kissed me on the cheek and smiled. “Go on and get out of here.”

Smiling back, I turned away and walked down the street to the café where I was meeting Peyton. Upon arrival, I stepped inside and saw her sitting down at a table.

“There you are. What took you so long?” she asked.

“Ugh. I’ve had a bad morning, thanks to my husband,” I said as I dug for my phone in my purse.

“What did he do? He’s too perfect to cause you to have a bad day.”

“Hold on, I need to text him.”

“I just wanted you to know that I don’t think you’re an asshole and I love you.”

Within seconds, a reply from him came through. “I love you too and we’ll talk when I get home. See if Mason can watch Julia tonight and we’ll go out; just the two of us.”

“Elle, what’s wrong? You look like you’re stressed,” Peyton said as she pushed a cup of coffee towards me.

“Connor’s been under a lot of pressure with this trial, and he’s been uptight and irritable lately. I need to do something.”

“What do you want to do?”

I had the idea in my head that if I went to the jail and paid a visit to Ashlyn that maybe we could talk, woman to woman, and I could convince her to change her plea. I know, wishful thinking, but it was worth a try.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” I asked as I looked at Peyton.

“No, why? What are you planning to do?” she asked with knitted eyebrows.

“I want to go to the jail and pay Ashlyn a little visit.”

Peyton’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she voiced rather loudly.

“Peyton! Keep your voice down!”

“Sorry, but you’re crazy. Connor will kill you, Elle.”

“I’ll handle Connor, and he won’t know anyway. I just want to pay a friendly visit, woman to woman.”

Peyton kept shaking her head. I knew she didn’t agree with me, but she was the only person I could trust.

“Whatever, Ellery. I’ll go with you, but I don’t agree.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

We got up from our seats and headed to the bridal shop for our fitting. As I saw Peyton step out of the dressing room in her wedding dress, my eyes began to fill with tears. She looked stunning, and it reminded me of the day Connor and I were married. I hated the way we left things, and I needed to stop by Black Enterprises to see him. As the tailor was pinning my dress, I called Mason to check on Julia. I missed her terribly.