There was a black car parked in their driveway when James pulled over. He did not recognize the car but parked alongside it. He was, to be honest, mad at this driver's parking etiquette.Whoever thought this person driving was a complete nut job.
"I am home, Love!"
"Yeah, we are over here in the kitchen, Love!" His wife's voice sounded joyous. James could hear giggles and the occasional clanking of silverware against the marble countertop.
There was a woman seated with her back to her. James couldn't tell who she was but he knew that he had seen her somewhere.
"What's going on here?" He asked, as he kissed Gracie on the cheeks. She was busy dicing some veggies and she just kind of offered her cheeks to him for a peck.She smelled of her perfume and of what she was preparing.
"Oh, I sme
