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Had he so, one switch Flick the switch to husband, anothera provider like his father
Recreation had never played a big role in his life He’d found a job he enjoyed, productive hobbies like rebuilding his house or his car And for siven her for light in return?
Well, hell He stared down the eainst the wall at the prospect of entering the "dating" world again But now, the idea sent one helluva thrill through hi wasn’t a crapshoot, after all As much as he wanted to present Rena with diamonds and fancy vacations, the incredible woiving up on draping her in a diamond or two someday But he’d finally learned he could also drape her in plenty of romance now
JT fished into his back pocket for his cell phone After twenty-two years, it was about tiainst her son’s open bedrooazine to a floor already covered in clothes, a towel and schoolbooks
Her heart rate still thumped an extra couple of beats every ti JT and Chris today
Rena tiptoed over a discarded backpack on her way to her son’s bedside "Are you okay, hon?"
"Still a little wigged out, but it’ll be better in theJust need to sleep Maybe swiether"
She perched on the edge of his bedside table "Swiood way to relax"
"Yeah Gotta work out the stress somehow" He crooked both aring with the Bard"
"Excuse me?"
"You kno he always reads Shakespeare and junk like that to chill"
But she didn’t know
How could she have missed that about her husband? A sad commentary on how little she and JT had communicated over the years She would have cried her eyes out over the discovery a couple of days ago Now it only fueled her resolve to learnthe way let hiht, hon" Rena leaned to skiht kiss on her son’s forehead "I love you"
He hooked an ar "Love you, too, Mom" He pulled back, et so little?"
"When did you get so big?" She grinned
Laughing, a deeper sound these days, he flopped back "G’night"
"Good night, hon"
Clicking off the overhead light, she left, closing his door on her way out Finally, she and JT could be alone Would they talk? Or just cut straight tosex? Or pass out from exhaustion?
Her tummy tumbled in nervous flips
Rena padded down the stairs, toward the cohosts of their afternoon horror haunt her hoht beside the butt-ugly green chair rested a thick to to rest on the voluhlighted, her husband’s spiky scrawl beside passages She let the book fall open as if it limpse into JT, a hint for what she should do next
"Our doubts are traitors, andto atte the words NoShe knew exactly what she needed to do and finally had the confidence in herself to go for broke
Rena snapped closed the book She had a husband to welcoht for the bedrooenda, clear rooht suits and Hawaiian shirts
A swoop of her arm smooshed her work dresses to the side She didn’t intend to give up pushing for o on her oork through sohten out her insecurities and need for control
A starting place
Kneeling, she lined her heels up in double rows to eled from beside the bed
A call? This late?
She eased to her feet and rushed to scoop the cordless phone from beside a pot of minimums "Hello?"
"Hi, is Rena there?" her husband’s deep voice ruh the line
Huh? Had he hit his head harder than she’d thought? Maybe she should have insisted the flight surgeon take another look at hiht In fact, I’ve been ht since I saw you at that air show"
Okay, now she was really getting worried "JT, where are you?"