After eight hours spent crunching numbers for a company that cared more about their bottom line than the welfare of their employees, she’d opened the bottle of her favorite red early and enjoyed a glass as she cooked. Tomato sauce simmered in a pot on top of the stove. Pasta boiled in water beside it, the rapidly breaking bubbles reminding her of Kevin’s temper. He hadn’t returned home since stomping out of the yard on Saturday night and hadn’t responded to her call. Typical. When his temper boiled over, he tended to shut out whomever he deemed the cause for the explosion. Stony silence would reign until his anger cooled. She eyed the timer. Five minutes to change. She ran to her bedroom and shed the confines of her business suit. Dinner with Jason would take her mind off the frustration of her day. The soft cable-knit sweater cuddled her body like a warm hug. She tugged on jeans and ran a brush through her hair and then padded back to the kitchen. One minute to spare. She poured herself a second glass of wine.
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