A Taste of Truce

~BECKETT~

For a second after she left, I just stared at the bag.

Of all the things I had expected from Hadley Davenport today, homemade lunch had not made the list.

She cooked for me. Actually cooked. . .for me? Walked into my locker room in front of the whole team and set it down like it was the most natural thing in the world. The same woman who had spent most of this marriage matching me shot f