Her husband's tall form was sitting at the bar table enjoying a can of soda. Barbara had expected it, and immediately approached Abihirt who turned around with a calm expression on his face. Hardly anything could be revealed as she positioned herself to sit so close while watching the man take another sip of his soda with his face upturned.
"What are you doing here, Darling?"
At first, Barbara's fingertips traveled slowly to touch the back of Abihirt's hand that was stretched out before her. Her husband's warmth felt so tantalizing. She smiled and kept watching the man's throat moving up and down.
In truth, the man she had married was too perfect to be betrayed, but Barbara could not resist the romantic gesture that Abihirt truly lacked. She wanted him to, just once, say those sweet wor
