Feeling just a little guilty for slipping out, she made him a meatloaf sandwich and left a note.
“Looks like you’re about done, and there’s nothing more for me to do. Thought I’d just get some things done in town. See you tonight. Enjoy lunch. And don’t forget the homemade cookies in the jar.” Short and sweet, the message was innocuous, intended only to smooth any rough waters with a little sugar and a chocolate chip cookie. He’d be over any upset by evening. Slipping out of the house, she was in her car and down the road seconds later, no sign that the half-owner of the Wild Rose had taken note of her leaving.
It was long after midnight when Hallie returned home and her spirits were high. A swim in the lake, some sunbathing on the far shore where she could go sans clothes, she f
