Anthony was just about to call Chloe's cell phone when he heard her pull up outside the construction area that was once his garage. For a moment, he let his mind wander to the events of the night before, when he'd pulled her warm, willing body close to his and made love to his wife slowly and with exquisite, almost painful, slowness, while December's Wish rocked ever so gently. God, he was like a schoolboy. But best of all, Chloe seemed as eager for him as he was for her.
"Hey there," he said by way of greeting as she walked inside.
"Hey, yourself." She glanced around the kitchen. "Something smells good."
"Mary-Ellen insisted on coming back today and fixing dinner. I told her we weren't staying here, but she didn't care. I think she just wanted to do something."
Chloe picked up a fork
