Chapter 4
“Em, you’re worrying yourself to death,” Brad said. “Come to bed. There’s nothing more you can do tonight. This is mom and dad’s anniversary, so just try to put it out of your mind for now. You can’t solve it from here.”
Brad was in bed in the guest room where they always stayed when they came to Cancun to visit his parents. It had a small balcony with French doors that overlooked the swimming pool. Everything was yellow and white, with an easy chair in the corner. It was comfortable, or should have been, except for the fact that his wife was pacing the tile floor barefoot in her short blue nightgown. He loved how it draped to her thighs, the thin spaghetti straps and flattering cut teasing him with her cleavage. She ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. She w
