Lilly looked curious, Jack looked annoyed and they both looked at her.His wife.He was married.Well, of course he was.A prime specimen like that. Walking around loose and unattached in this day and age. Unthinkable.It only confirmed the First Ellen Larsen Law of Love. The chances of a man being single are inversely proportionate to his attractiveness. Jack was the most attractive man she’d seen in a long time. Maybe ever. Ergo…A wife. Federica looked around, as if a wife were something Jack might have temporarily misplaced, like the keys to the house. Where had he put her? Was she hiding up in the attic somewhere, like Mrs. Rochester in Jane Eyre? Or worse, was the wife out of town for a day or two and was Jack taking the opportunity to play around a bit?That thought was so humiliating Federica couldn’t even stay in the same place with it.She bounced out of her deck chair.“Hi, Lilly.” Federica looked around brightly, as if she and Jack had been attending a large dinner party and by sheer chance they were the last people to leave.
