In the middle of the street in front of our family house sat a gleaming silver Porsche with tinted windows. It was a two-seater, of course. A playboy’s car.
I stopped to turn to Jayden. His eyes were darting around with that boyish eagerness and panic as I took the duffle from his clutches.
Thank you was what I wanted to say. Thank you for making me an overnight bag so I can wake up in my lover’s arms. Thank you for letting me do this two full days earlier than planned. Thank you for being the most generous and caring husband in the universe. But how does one thank such a man?
“Honey,” I looked into his eyes, “I want you to do one more thing for me.”
“What?”
I ran my finger slowly down his chest.
“At midnight Denrique will be grabbing these ponytails and pumping my face full of his
