Does anyone want to see a rock band with a hugely pregnant lead singer?
Ugh.
I momentarily close my eyes and count to ten.
I pull in a deep breath and try to shake off my nerves.
Only three days until Friday when I’ll get some answers.
Until then, I need to keep my nose to the grind and focus on my singing.
Chapter Two
Zaan
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Something’s up with my wife.
We’ve been in love since we were seventeen and eighteen—with a breakup in the middle to deal with some growing pains—so I know her almost better than I know myself. She’s been distant on the phone, in a hurry to hang up, get back to work. And that’s not like her.
We’re normally one of those annoying couples who constantly touch and kiss and say sweet things to each other. Most of our friends tease us about how in love we are and how mushy we behave. And we honestly don’t give a shit.
So for her to be acting weird, something has to be going on.
I know her well enough to not jump to conclusions, but I’m going to find out what’s bothering her tonight.
We’ve been in Anchorage the last few days for games three and four of our playoff run, so I’ve been distracted, but we swept them, so that ends now.
I let myself into our house, grateful that her convertible is in the garage.
“Lex?” I call to her and look around in confusion.
The house is dark, which makes no sense since it’s only five o’clock in the evening.
“Lexi?” I’m a little worried now, and I walk toward the stairs.
Then I pause.
There are roses on the stairs, in a trail leading up to the landing.
I smile.
Obviously, she has some kind of surprise planned.
It’s unexpected, considering how odd she’s been behaving all week, but I’m not mad about it.
I take the stairs two at a time and follow the roses to the primary suite.
“Babe?”
“In here.” Her voice is soft and warm, maybe a little huskier than normal.
“What’s all this?” I step into our bedroom and take in the candles, more roses, and my gorgeous wife sprawled out on the bed in a skimpy little nightie.
“Welcome home.”
“Thank you.” I drop my bag and walk over to the bed so I can lean over and kiss her.
