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Jack’s gaze dropped to her lips “A sha”

“You only say that because you’ve not heardshe’d never be co in public

“You don’t sing, you don’t play aze searched hers “What do you do in your free time, Taylor?”

Good question One that two years ago she’d have answered with do everything she could to keep her husband happy, spend all her tih so that perhaps their failing e would o she’d have answered with cry and try not to dwell on thetheshe was the luckiest girl alive that a handsoeon wanted to marry a plain Jane like her

Thank goodness she’d never given in to his wanting her to not work but stay ho The ICU, her patients had been her solace Other than her work, she’d had no life, no being Taylor, just Mrs Dr Neil Norris

“I run” One of the habits she’d picked up i her divorce

“Competitively?”

She snickered “Hardly I run for me, to relieve stress, for exercise, to clear my head”

She’d started on a whi had quickly becoh the past, how it had molded her, how she was detere herself into a person she liked Neither her indifferent parents nor Neil got the final say on who she was

“So you work, sleep and run” Jack frowned “Not a very exciting life you’re describing, Taylor Surely there’s more?”

“I never clai life” She crossed her arms as she stared back

“What else, Taylor?” he pushed

Glancing down at the green grass beneath her tennis shoes, she shrugged “I have all the usual hobbies people have” She did Now “I sculpt”

She’d signed up for the sculpting class after seeing an ad she’d come across on social media but had loved it froers

Jack’s brow lifted “As in statues of naked men?”