Since I didn’t cook nearly as well as I baked, I’m not sure it was a good thing. I’d gotten home later than I expected so I was still dressed as Izzy in a hot pink and purple skirt, red t-shirt and suspenders, with my hair in braids and lots of glitter on my face. Colorful, multi-patterned socks were pulled up to my knees and I wore a pair of purple sequined ballet flats with my outfit. To an eight-year-old kid, I looked totally cool, but I was positive that my outfit was one of the last on earth anyone would choose if they were trying to seduce a man.Glancing at the clock, my heart sank when I remembered his meeting, and I almost broke down and called him. I’m not sure what stopped me. I’d like to think it was pride, but I was fairly certain it was fear. I didn’t want to lose Hunter, and I was willing to forgive him for the other woman.I drank a glass of merlot, but it didn’t take the edge off as much as I’d have liked. So I had two more glasses. Lying down on the sofa in the living room, I picked up the remote and started flipping channels until I found a horror movie that had me jumping at every sound.
