“Hi,” he said, trying not to seem like a puppy that’d been waiting all day for its owner to come home. He almost managed it too, she told herself as she kissed him on the lips, just a touch longer than necessary, and moved into the hall. “Bad day?” he asked, taking her coat and inhaling the alluring smell of her, something fresh and soft, like summer fruit. “Last bits of business,” she said. “Shipping my stuff off. Just a big pain in the ass.” “Where to?” “Like I said,” she answered, running her fingers through her hair and looking as if she was in desperate need of a drink, “Panama. A distant cousin of mine works in Panama City. I’ll be storing my stuff there for a few weeks, ’til I find my feet.” “Wow, you work fast.” “Not really. I’ve been planning the move for a while. It just kind of crept up on me.” “You were going to move with your husband? To Panama?” She looked temporarily confused. “With him? Oh, God, no. We’ve been separated seven years.
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