The shower didn"t do Foxy the good she needed. It washed away the dirt and grime of the last two days, but it didn"t make the gnawing feeling in her stomach go away.
Something was off.
Foxy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then another and another. Slowly, the cold, twisting feeling began to recede. What took its place was the warm, soothing love she felt for Joe.
That love had always been there. Foxy just hadn"t taken the time to examine it. She"d always been so preoccupied with what was going on in other people"s lives that she had nearly missed out on the love of her life.
That way of thinking, that way of feeling, was done. From now on, Foxy was going to keep her nose—and her belly—out of other people"s business and focus on her own life. She was going to be the wife of th
