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.

that having a normal conversation with this man was like

took a quick inventory of

living room,

the way: hardwood floors, matching cabinets, a dining

was the large flat–screen TV on the wall.

lace curtains and a couple of tall, leafy houseplants making

have pegged Tarin, Mr. Cold–Shoulder himself, for a guy who’d spruce up his home like this. She’d thought his world was all shades of gray, never the warm hues

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

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

follow, Tarquin

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was piqued. “Where’s Elijah?” she

“Still asleep.”

hasn’t woken

“Mm–hmm.”

why the heck did you drag me here at the crack

driven to pick her up. But if the kid was still asleep, what was

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

was her imagination, but she thought she heard the click of his lock inside his

room.