They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

was set, the chicken was resting in its pan, and the house smelled like food and warmth and the particular comfort of a place that has been properly lived in.

“Curtain up,” Thomas murmured.

I opened the door.

David stood on the porch looking slightly sunburned and thoroughly frazzled, as if the cruise had been a great deal less relaxing than advertised.continue reading …