Chapter Fifty-Two

Friday evening Lindy arrived full of cheers and smiles with a big, wrapped present for Abigail. She air kissed Mary-Joe who gave her a look of disdain and I had to hide my smile.

“Hello boys,” Lindy said as she bent down to look at them.

“Hi,” Wynter and Milo said simultaneously.

“Be a sweetheart and take my bag up,” she said and shoved her bag into Simon’s hands.

“I’ve got it,” I said and took the bag. “Simon lives here.”

“Oh, he looks like a butler,” she said and clicked her way to the kitchen counter as Mary-Joe glared daggers into her back.

After dinner, which was awkward as hell because Lindy didn’t eat red meat or potatoes and the vegetables had too much sugar in it, I put the kids to bed after reading them two stories and finally made it to my room at eight thirty pm.

“That took you like forever,” Lindy said as she sat on the bed with a very see-through negligee on.

“Lindy, I’m pretty sure I put your bag in the guest room,” I said.

“Exactly, what’s up with that?” she asked.

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