“Don’t worry about my business trip to Chicago, sweetheart. It’s only three days of nonstop client meetings,” Julian said as he folded a brand-new Italian linen shirt into his leather duffel.
Elena stood in the bedroom doorway and watched him.
Twelve years of marriage had taught her almost every expression on her husband’s face. She knew the smile he used when he was tired, the one he wore when he wanted something, and the distracted look he got before a major meeting…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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