Chad got home from work late and opened the door to the scent of food and the sound of music pumping out of his kitchen. Heart thumping, he hurried into the kitchen.
Sonya turned from the counter, a broad smile on her beautiful face. “Hey handsome. I got Chinese. Thanks for telling me where the spare key was hidden.”
Chad called himself an i***t. He’d seen Sonya’s car outside, knew it wasn’t Mary Alice waiting for him. But still, a part of him had hoped she’d had a change of heart. His keen disappointment was definitive proof that it wasn’t just any woman with dinner he wanted to come home to, it was that particular woman.
“Oh, I know that face. Bad day? Did you lose someone at work?” Sonya asked gently.
Chad moved past her to the fridge. “Not the way you mean.” He popped the top on a
