Chapter Six
Trent got out of the car and waited for the gates at the end of the driveway to close. Not because he thought someone would slip in, but simply because he wanted to delay the inevitable. Adalia was in the house, waiting for him, and she wasn’t getting any happier.
He straightened his tie and walked up his front stairs, then pushed the front door open to the foyer. The scent of cooking wafted from the kitchen – it smelled like his favorite: hamburgers and fries.
He dropped his briefcase on the table and straightened his shoulders. She was his wife, not someone he had to be afraid of. The only thing he feared was disappointing her and he’d done that successfully already.
“Adalia?” Their foyer was minimally decorated, though there was a vase of flowers on the walnut table at t
