CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The only lights on in our house are in the kitchen and a soft wattage in the living room. Opening the kitchen door, I find Blondie in her old robe with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. She fixes me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Ah, the famous Bulldog Gene McLain. The great lover who promised his wife that he would take her out for dinner and a little romance. Let me tell you something, you don't look like a lover to me."
I knew our planned evening was important to Blondie, but now I know just how important it had been. "Honey, there's no words to tell you how sorry I am that I ruined our evening. I know we don't get a whole lot of time without the kids, but I had to see Harry to see if he would help me."
"Don't tell me, the answer was no."
I took my time get
