Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 128

“My name’s Tarin, and that fella is Tarquin. We have no more relationships.”

Elysia just blinked.

Tarquin fished out an old–fashioned key and unlocked the front door, pausing before stepping inside. to issue a reminder, “Look, I brought you here to cheer him up, not to wind him up. If he throws a tantrum, just ride it out, will you? And don’t go poking around about his mother. It’s a sore spot.”

Why, oh why, should she take flak from this guy? Why couldn’t she give as good as she got?

But what could she do? She was outmatched, and her kids were only five. She had to cope.

somehow.

Elysia psyched herself up and pushed down the irritation to ask, “So what’s the deal with his mother? Why did she take off? You two weren’t getting along?”

Tarquin’s frown was immediate and telling. “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. That’s off–limits!”

Elysia was taken aback.

Wasn’t it standard procedure to get the lay of the land before attempting to treat a patient?

“I just…”

“Get in here!” Tarquin cut her off.

having a normal conversation with this man was like talking to a brick wall.

quick

cozy, not–too–shabby three–bedroom with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom–looked to be around 120 square

all the way: hardwood floors, matching cabinets, a

the large flat–screen TV on the

the wooden furniture complemented by white lace curtains and a couple of tall, leafy houseplants

pegged Tarin, Mr. Cold–Shoulder himself, for a guy who’d spruce up his home like this. She’d thought his world

a guest room. He opened

and bent down to switch her shoes too. There was a new pair of

she was about to follow, Tarquin closed the door to the room.

Chapter 128

piqued. “Where’s

“Still asleep.”

hasn’t woken up yet?”

“Mm–hmm.”

the heck did you drag me here

pick her up. But

the most natural thing in the

imagination, but she thought she heard the click of his

room.