For the past few nights, he’d slept like a dream. Jill had stayed true to her word and had completely revamped the house. When that woman was determined, she was on fire. She’d brought in cleaning specialists and pet allergy experts. Yesterday evening he’d even been able to sit in the living room and enjoy the playoffs on his widescreen television without his sinuses making him miserable. Each evening when Hunter came home from work, the house looked in better order. Soft jazz music played from Hunter’s high-end stereo system and decorative candles burned on the mantle. What’s more, there was always something delicious cooking in the kitchen, and the heavenly smells greeted him the moment he stepped in the door—right after Sport had raced toward him and given the back of his hand a lick. Mimi was a little more standoffish, but that seemed to be working well for the two of them. Hunter didn’t dislike cats, but their dander sure didn’t agree with him. Hunter lay there in bed with his eyes closed, reveling in the quiet of the morning.
