The husband calls from South Dakota because rain in the city means snow in the mountains. He is a powder hound through and through so you can imagine how I felt when he sent the text from the airport that every woman dreads “Hey guess what I am sitting next to Lindsay Vonn” because even I am attracted to Lindsay Vonn.
It’s a rainy day and so I tried to cut the morning walk short but Jake wasn’t having any of it. Come on, I say to him, and walk a few steps towards home. He gives me a long stare and then glances left. Smart guy. Right is the park; forward is another park and both are out of the question and anyway there will be no dogs or people, only wet and mud. Left is merely the long way home and of course I relent, cursing, because he doesn’t try this shit with the husband, whom Jake adores more than life itself. Theirs is a bromance for the ages, that’s what Jake thinks or anyway it looks like he thinks that what with all the worshipful gazing and instant obedience. To be fair I get my share of worshipful gazes too or at least my right hand does, The…
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