Cordelia dressed, did her makeup, smoothed her hair so that it fell sleek and shiny down her back. Then she went out to see her husband.
He’d slept next door in one of the other four bedrooms; he also had an ensuite and she’d heard the water running about an hour earlier. He’d told her that he was going to go for a run every morning at around seven o’clock, so if she ever woke up to find him gone, she wasn’t to panic. Seeing as it was going on nine o’clock now, she figured he’d had his run and showered and was probably already on the laptop and working.
She wandered downstairs, following the smell of coffee and frying bacon. She paused in the doorway, observing Hunter.
He was in jeans and a t-shirt, and he made them both look incredibly good. That body made everything look good, of cour
