But despite the brave face I had put on for Cash, I felt sick all day, could barely concentrate on the customers, or Mrs. Greenberg when she came in with her usual tricky order.
Usually she came into the coffee shop with a salty disposition, asking for some kind of drink I’d never heard of before to trip Frankie up, but today I just gave her a lavender latte, since that was her favorite anyway, instead of indulging in whatever she suggested.
Cash was wrong. He had to be.
Christabelle was only in part time, but even though she wasn’t scheduled to work today, her presence seemed to hang over the coffee shop, cloud every conversation with my husband.
“Let’s get some fish and chips,” Frankie suggested at lunch. “Want to run out and get it or stay here and add up the cash register?”
“I’ll run and get it,” I said, “I need a break from the cash register.”
And from the constant worry.
Was my husband lying to me? Should I confront him?
I was so frazzled I got in line before realizing I had forgotten to bring my wallet.
Damn! Where was my mind today?
I tried to shake off this funk as I hurried back, but when I reached the entrance to Perk Up & Read, the front door was locked.
What the hell?Why was this door locked? It wasneverlocked. I fished around in my belt for the keys and inserted the big, brass one in the lock.
I jerked the door open.
“Frankie?”
Then I froze.
My husband was leaned back against the prep table in the kitchen, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open.
Christabelle was kneeling in front of him, down on the ground and looking up. His hand was buried in her blonde curls.
And it was the most painful, awful sight I’d ever seen, the bright curls wrapped around his strong fingers.
Then she turned around with an audible pop.
And I saw his cock slide, wet, sticky, and glistening, out of her mouth.
CHAPTER 7
Frankie, one day earlier
Christabelle and I faced one another in the darkness of the coffee shop.
“Frankie, you can’t deny you feel it, too! This insane, crazy chemistry we have. That deep soul connection. Honestly, I tried so hard to find it again after we broke up.I couldn’t.”
“No,” I groaned. “I can’t deny it.”
“If only I hadn’t been so scared when you mentioned marriage,” Christabelle cried, turning her face up to me as tears gathered in the corners of her blue eyes. “If only we could go back in time?—”
“We can’t,” I said. “I’m married now.”
“I know,” she said. “You have a wife.”
“Yes. I have a wife.”
My wedding band seemed to burn my fingers as I clenched my fist tight.
