—Frank Lloyd Wright By the time they got home, Benjamin had fallen asleep. Rob managed to move him from his car seat to the crib without waking him. “Well, that was a little more drama than we needed for one night,” he said as they watched their son sleeping peacefully. Lanie looked up at him, and for a moment he thought she was about to launch another one of the barbed arrows she’d been shooting for the past days. But she refrained. Maybe the all-too-real reminder of what they’d been through at the children’s hospital almost a year ago was enough to make her drop her weapons for a few hours. He hoped so. At the hospital tonight when he’d watched Lanie holding Benjamin, he felt the anger and accusations of days past slip away. His family meant more than anything in the world to him. How could Lanie think for one minute that he’d fool around with Samantha? At first, when he’d hung up the phone that fateful night, he’d taken her anger as just that: She was pissed because he was late again and she’d made a nice dinner.
