Presley sent a quick text to Sloane.
We messed up. The ex is crazier than expected. I believe we may have opened a virtual Pandora’s box of plague and pestilence on France and Cruz.
Sloane was seconds in responding.
What? Why? How?
Presley sent a message back her fingers flying frantically over the tiny keyboard of her screen. Her eyes kept darting to the patio where despite the doors being closed, she could hear his muffled raged and see his hands waving in the air and occasionally tugging at his hair.
I forgot to tell you he keeps restraining orders against her. I thought it was simply because she was in his DMs a lot. Nope. Turns out nuttier than a Christmas fruitcake. She showed up here screaming baby across the lobby. He told me she’s so unhinged her parents have her under conser
