I buzzed my son in and he drove though the gate with someone I wasn't expecting; his father! My ex-husband was not invited, yet here he was.

"You don't have to feign interest in film for me," he said, letting me off the hook. "Oh, thank goodness," I groaned.

There's only so much temptation a couple of divorced, celibate grownups can take.

“So, you’re an ex-wife?” he asked. I was so shocked, but I laughed. “Isn’t every wife an ex-wife? I mean, eventually?” I replied.

I was already angry at him. I hauled myself up in the saddle and dug my heels hard into Mojave's sides.

“Is that your Lexus outside?” I asked her. “Uh, yeah,” she blustered. I held up my keys. "I'm going to carve the word 'whore' into it."

He put his hands against the door on either side of my head and leaned in and kissed me roughly pushing me up against the door with his body

“How can I ever win?” he asked. “By taking me roughly in the barn?” I said as I circled him on my horse, luring him with my purple prose.