Chapter 9
In our driveway, we sit and stare out at a blustery cold day. The wet, packed snow collects under the oscillating windshield wipers.
“Looks like today was a success,” Philip says, sliding his hand over my leg.
We kiss.
I melt into his savory lips. “It was,” I say. “Thanks for being there.”
He pulls away and turns to dig around in the backseat for something. He asks, “Will you sign it?”
He is holding my book.
I pause. “Of course.”
He hands me the book. “Is something wrong, hon?”
I nod, but cannot look him the eyes. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Was it my snoring?”
“No. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
“Well, hurry up and get inside. Get some sleep.” He kisses my forehead. “I love you.”
“Do you mind if I sign this later?”
“Not at all. I have to get back to work a
