Chapter Twenty
Romey couldn't remember the last time she was this angry. Perhaps when the NASA Terrestrial Planet Finder space missions had been canceled. Or Pluto had been demoted from planet status. Or Douglas Prasher had been denied the Nobel Peace Prize in chemistry for his work on the green fluorescent protein. Oh, that had boiled Romey’s onions something good.
But none of those moments could top the feeling of her husband choosing a job over her.
Romey had gone to bed angry, slamming her bedroom door in Jordan’s face for effect. The i***t hadn’t tried knocking on her door or calling out to her. She’d heard him sigh, and then the thunking tread of his boots on the hardwood floor as he retreated to his own room.
He’d gone back to his own room when she’d planned for them to stay in
