It was only six in the evening when Roman walked through his front door and headed straight for the stairs. He would have been home earlier, as Sean advised, but he still had a company to run and money to make. But that hadn’t meant he didn’t think of Becky for the rest of his day. That was why, unlike his usual habit of disposing of his tie and jacket as soon as he crossed the threshold, Roman only had one thing in mind. And that was to find his wife.
Unfortunately, Becky wasn’t the only woman in Roman’s life and when he heard his mother call his name, he reluctantly stopped and smiled at her.
“Evening, Mum,” Roman greeted, attempting to mask his urgency.
Sonia scoffed. “Nice try, son. Am I no longer deserving of a greeting before you dash off?”
Abandoning his direct path for the stai
