Troy and Ken Michaud had moved the table up against the wall in the family room to give everybody a little more space. She gave the table an approving glance. Pasta salad, pot roast, and a big green salad followed by homemade apple pie and vanilla ice cream made for a lovely dinner. Plates, napkins, and flatware were laid out. There were even flowers. There was a fire in the fireplace, sports on Fox Soccer channel, and the mini fridge that Troy kept under his bar on the other side of the room was full of Corona, Coors, and Michelob Light.She was barely showing, her figure still slim in skinny jeans and a long-sleeved flowing top. She ran a hand through long, dark hair and looked around the room, delighted that everything was shipshape. The word brought a smile to her face.Brittany loved the house. They’d bought it a year and a half ago, at a fire-sale price. The basement family room had a beamed ceiling and a fireplace. The front garden was framed by a white picket fence that Troy and Ken had put up last summer as a birthday present for her.
