ords as the ramblings of an arrogant jerk. He was probably just trying to get under my

loves me. End of story. I had to believe that. To doubt her was to doubt everything, to let the foundation of

orites. For a while, there was an almost peaceful quiet, broken only by the sound of forks

put her f

is the little book coming along? Are you still typing

nch. "It's going

going to be a famous author? Or is this just another

id, her voice sh

question. My daughter works hard. She travels for business, she brings home a

aid, my voice dangerously low. "It migh

ry to tell yours

ys did. Appease. Deflect. "The chicken

ed. "You're not a provider, Liam. You're

efore I could say something I'd regret, Olivia slamme

k and tired of you belittling my husband. He is a wonderful, supportive, brilliant man, and his work has more value than you could ever u

n you think he is, and if you say one more disrespectful word to him in t

mouth slightly agape, her face a mixture of shock and fury. Robert

aping loudly against the wood floor. "I've lost my

ble. We heard her footsteps on the stairs, followed by the slam of the guest ro