One-Night Mistress...Convenient Wife
Natalie pulled her car into the garage below her mother's apartment, shut off the engine—and felt a panic unlike anything she'd felt in the last three years.
"Wholly unnecessary," she told herself firmly out loud because the truth of the assertion stood a better chance of making it past her nerves if she heard the spoken words. If she heard them, she thought, she might even believe them.
Actually, in her mind she did believe them.
But what she believed logically and what her guts were telling her was not even close to the same thing.
"Don't be stupid," she said. "It is absolutely no big deal."
And it wasn't. She was cat-sitting, for goodness' sake! She was watering a few plants and living in her mother's apartment for two or three weeks because her mother had to go to Iowa to take care of her own mother after a hip-replacement operation. And while the cat was portable, the seven-foot rubber-tree plant was not.
"Harry was supposed to do it," Laura Ross had explained apologetically on the phone very early this morning. "You know, the boy across the way? But he broke his leg skateboarding last night ... read full excerpt from: One-Night Mistress...Convenient Wife ebook
