9781631051500rekindlingtheflamelefoy
“Paul would be home any minute, and she wouldn’t have dinner ready. Again. How did the afternoon always disappear so quickly? Her cell phone buzzed and she checked it. Another call from a client. An important one. Pulled away from the stove once more, she took the phone into the office with her.A few minutes later, the front door slammed. Marcy glanced up from her computer screen and saw Paul’s form shoot down the hallway to their bedroom. “Shit. I better finish dinner.” She got up from the job she’d become entangled in, went into the kitchen and played catch-up with the cooking. A peek in the oven confirmed her worse fears. The once succulent fish was now overdone and likely dry. Paul would eat it and not complain, but she knew in her heart he deserved better. She sighed. Nothing ever seemed to go as planned and everything she did always ended up going horribly wrong. She heard two thumps and spun toward the doorway.Paul stood in the foyer with two suitcases at his feet. Her heart ski...pped a beat.MoreLess
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