Chapter One
Jess
Moaning, I slam my head against the pillow and try to stifle the sound. Logan grunts against the back of my neck, finding his own release. When he drops beside me, he runs a lazy hand over my back while I struggle to catch my breath.
I turn my head toward him and smile. “Welcome home.”
He chuckles. “I should leave more often.”
“Please don’t,” I say, leaning up to kiss him before heading into the bathroom to clean up.
My reflection stares back at me as I turn on the tap. My blonde hair looks almost black in the dim light, and my body looks closer to how it did before two kids.
Maybe I should never turn the bathroom light on.
Meh.
I flip the switch anyway. I’m not ashamed. Turning food and air into humans takes a toll on the body, and fuck whoever says otherwise.
Once I’m cleaned up, I head back into the bedroom.
“So listen…” I start to say, only to stop short.
My husband of seven years is already asleep.
I can’t really blame him. Running a security company isn’t easy, especially when his employees’ entire job is to put themselvesat risk to protect their clients. Which, of course, happened in Florida of all places. He’s probably tired from dealing with the police and the endless red tape.
A buzz breaks the quiet.
I rush to his pants on the floor near the door and pull out his phone.
Mackie.
Her name glows on the screen.
The display goes dark, then lights up again.
Hey.
I make a face.
Mackie. The bane of my marriage.
She’s supposed to be managing the business, but all she seems to be doing is inserting herself between us. Client dinners have been scheduled practically every weekend since she came on board. I get the need to woo clients, but I miss the time when Logan took me instead of the redhead.
I mean, yeah, I complained sometimes.
But then he’d kiss me silly between red lights and stops signs on the way back.
I swallow.
Logan doesn’t exactly like her, he complains more about those dinners than I do, always emphasizing that he’d rather be with me and the kids.
We have two kids under five. There isn’t exactly a lot of room left for romance when we’re wrangling toddlers in restaurants. Bringing up date night when he practically passes out from exhaustion every night would only make me sound ungrateful.
I stare at his sleeping face.
I wonder if my decision to leave the company and stay home with the kids was the right one.
