CHAPTER 71
“MOUSE, I’M HOME.”
At the sound of her husband’s voice, she straightened her hair, wiped her cheeks one more time, and glanced in the bedroom mirror to see just how big of a wreck she was. With faltering steps, she made her way down the hall, trying to drown her nerves with an overdose of confidence and cheer. “Hi. Did you have a good time?”
He kicked off his boots. “It was fine. Nothing all that spectacular. Just handing out boxes.”
She smiled. “Ready for dinner? I thought I’d heat up some chili.”
“That sounds good. But first, I want to talk to you about something.” He frowned, and she did her best to swallow down her heart which had leapt up and lodged itself in her throat.
“Talk about what?” Did he hear the way her voice squeaked?
He took her palm and led her into the
