Page 125 of Homecoming

Dan stretched out next to her and ran a hand over her bare arm.

“Mmm. Is that my husband or some random guy who’s come to ravish me?”

“Is that a fantasy or something?”

She opened her laughing eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes, I actually would like to know.”

“Don’t start your foolishness first thing in the morning.”

“It’s almost noon. I’ve been up for hours.”

She sat straight up. “It’snoon?”

“Nah,” he said, chuckling. “Just a little after nine.”

She walloped him with a closed fist to the shoulder.

“Ow.”

“That was a mean thing to do to your pregnant wife.”

“It was kind of funny.”

“Not even a little bit funny.”

He pinched his fingers together. “Little tiny bit.”

“We’re in a fight as of right now.”

She got up and left the room, slamming the bathroom door.

Dan would have to do some groveling to come back from this, but that was okay. Groveling with her—anything with her—was more fun than anything he’d ever done before. His phone rang with a call from Kendall James, the attorney covering for him on Gansett Island.

“Hey, Kendall.”

“Hi, Dan. How’s it going up there?”

“We’re making some progress and hoping for good news at the preliminary hearing on Thursday.”

“Keep us posted. Everyone here is asking after you and Kara.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

They reviewed a number of pending cases that Kendall was handling in his absence, including the estate of Jim Sturgil, who’d died during the hurricane.

“I heard you had some history with him,” Kendall said.

“You could say that. He stabbed me at my engagement party.”

“So I heard.”

“He was pissed that I took over his practice after people quit him for being a dick to his ex-wife and daughter. It was one of those reap-what-you-sow things. He showed up at the engagement party drunk and looking for trouble, and he found it.”

“Damn, where’d he get you?”

“He sliced my palm wide open with a carving knife.”

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