He looked no better the next morning when he finally dragged himself up from the little sleep he’d managed to get. The hollows were still there and the circles under his eyes. He searched for the gray in his hair, but the traitorous strands had been removed at the doctor’s office and he could find no new ones.
He looked into the dining room and then went by hastily. He wanted no solicitous glances this morning. Drat it, maybe he should move out. Maybe trying family life again would give him some new interests. Amanda probably would be willing to marry him; she’d hinted at a date once.
He stopped, shocked by the awareness that he hadn’t been out with a woman for....
He couldn’t remember how long it had been. Nor why.
“In the spring, a young man’s fancy,” he quoted to himself, and then s
