Janey finished vacuuming and decided to leave the bathrooms for another day. Her back ached from the five-mile climb she’d done in the park the day before. That, combined with scrubbing the shower, and the couch and a fistful of ibuprofen were calling her name.
Rain started to fall steadily against the kitchen window as she downed the painkillers and tore a banana off the bunch. Armed with the fruit and a mug of her favorite dark roast coffee, she headed into the living room to put on a movie she’d seen a dozen times before. With any luck, she could doze for an hour or two.
She wouldn’t see Jess until evening, when Adam pulled up in his new cruiser and dropped him off. But she wanted to get a few more recipes into the book she’d been putting together on her days off, when Jess wasn’t aro
