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.

with frustration. She was starting to realize that having a normal conversation with this man

took a quick inventory

room, kitchen, and bathroom–looked to

matching cabinets, a dining set, and even

large flat–screen TV on the

lace curtains and

who’d spruce up his home like this. She’d thought his world was

his house shoes and was heading toward a guest room. He opened the door just a crack

and bent down to switch her shoes too. There was a new pair of lady’s slippers on the rack, obviously set out for

follow, Tarquin closed the door to the room.

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was piqued. “Where’s Elijah?”

“Still asleep.”

woken

“Mm–hmm.”

me here at the crack of dawn?”

assumed Elijah was awake, and that’s why Tarquin had driven to pick her up. But if the kid was still asleep, what was she doing there? Staring contest with the

in the fridge. Make breakfast,” he said, as if it was the most

thought she heard the click of

room.