CHAPTER TWELVE
ONCE HE’D PUT CHARLIE to bed Thursday evening, Nathan settled in at one end of the kitchen table, files spread across his half of the usable surface. At the other end, Bella glanced at her handwritten notes, then typed away on her laptop’s keyboard as she put the finishing touches on her last paper of the semester.
“How’s it going?” she asked between keystrokes.
“Pretty well, actually,” her husband answered. “I’m just about done with this additional profile Steve wanted. Glad I’m not primary on this one, I can tell you that.”
Bella grinned.
“I’m almost through, as well. Any plans after this?”
He raised his gaze from the page in his hand to meet her eyes.
“What’d you have in mind?”
“Soak time. With wine,” she revealed, and wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Alone time wit
