He came in through the mudroom on the side of the house and left his snow-encrusted waders there. Time for another shower, probably, and he hoped that maybe he could convince Margot to join him this time. Or, even better, climb into the whirlpool tub and soak away the knots in his shoulders from brute-forcing the snowblower up and down the driveway. He hardly ever used the bathtub, but maybe if they gathered up some candles from elsewhere in the house, ran the hot water, and soaked together before progressing to even more pleasurable activities?
That could definitely work.
From the sound of it, she was in the family room, with the TV on again. He paused in the doorway and admired the sight of her sitting on the couch, attention fixed on the forecast. Her makeup was minimal today, just a
