Chapter 11
It was past six when Cole walked through the side door, thoroughly exhausted, looking forward to a quiet night with Ann and Adam.
“Is that you?” Ann shouted from the bedroom.
“Who else would it be?”
“You're a little late, so you have five minutes for a shower and to get dressed.”
Cole shuffled slowly to the bedroom door and slouched against the door jamb. Finding Ann dressed in a new Irish green dress looking stunning, “What did I forget?”
“We are invited to the Poole's for dinner. I told you about it last week,” Ann explained while studying her reflection in the mirror inside the closet door.
“That explains it. You expect me to remember what you said last week?” Cole found himself draping himself over her shoulders from behind as he finished the question. He looked in
