When she could breathe easy in the knowledge that her husband and each of her three children were safe and sound and where they were supposed to be. When John was beside her and not on the road. This was Georgeanne’s favorite time of day, when she could escape her daily routine. Georgeanne’s gaze skimmed a biscuit recipe from Southern Living as her husband indulged in his nightly ritual, insulting hockey players and channel surfing. “Thanks.” A whistle blew once more, followed by the slap of hockey sticks and grunts of colliding bodies that filled the bedroom of their home on the southern tip of Mercer Island. “Here you go,” she said as she handed it to the man in bed beside her.
Her fingers slid across the smooth oak, skimming a Kleenex box, cell phone, jar of rocks, and finally the remote control. Without lifting her gaze from the magazine in her lap, Georgeanne Kowalsky stretched a hand toward the bedside table. “Georgie honey, have you seen the remote?” Across the bedroom, a whistle blew from the sound bar beneath his fifty-five-inch television. “Ooooh, that’s gonna leave a mark.” John Kowalsky sucked a breath between his teeth and winced. love & lust #neverconfusethetwoĬhapter 12:.love at first sight deserves a second lookĬhapter 7:.love needs time desire needs opportunityĬhapter 5:.love wholeheartedly, but always have an escape planĬhapter 3:.your love is simply irresistibleĬhapter 2:.
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