Trish knocked lightly on Jake’s apartment door. She had the night off. Kelli came in one or two nights a week to stay with the girls until Trish was ready to go to bed. Jake had hired a tutor who also chaperoned the boys to give the chaplain and his wife a couple of nights a week off. It had been a long week and both Trish and Jake were looking forward to having some time together.
When Jake opened the door, the smell of garlic met Trish. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she had not had lunch and the French toast for breakfast had been a long time ago.
Jake bent down and planted a quick kiss on her lips, opened the door, and ushered her in.
“I am trying my mom’s spaghetti recipe. It’s almost done. I just put the garlic bread in.” He opened a bottle of wine when they sat dow
