Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 149

What’s with her friendly overture? Is there a difference between being kind and outright flirting?

What is this woman up to?

Tarquin returned home, his mind a tangled web of confusion. He opened the thermos and was greeted by an inviting aroma.

Inside, she had prepared two side dishes, a fluffy omelet, six delicate pastries, and a serving of mixed fruit compote.

The sides were fresh and vibrant, the omelet a perfect golden brown, the pastries tender and pale, and the compote sweet and sticky….

It looked downright appetizing.

Tarquin hesitated for a moment, but then decided to sample each dish a personal poison test of sorts.

No poison detected, but his appetite certainly was. Before he knew it, he had polished off most of the meal.

If he hadn’t pulled the brakes in time, he might have devoured Elijah’s share too.

Glancing at the clock, it wasn’t even 6 AM yet. Tarquin carefully packed the remaining breakfast back into the thermos and retreated to his bedroom.

Sleep was now a distant dream.

clasped behind his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

he could think about

wonder what she was up

ready to start his day with his usual

on the dining table, waiting for Elijah to

the table, then at Tarquin,

expensive ingredients, a variety of lavish dishes. By

wondering and explained, “I

skeptical, “You’ve never made these

never made them that I wanted to give it a try, to see if you’d like the taste,”

it suits your

eyed the pastry for a moment,

sat across from him,

uttered two words,

joy, and a

these are also for you, and try the omelet,” he said with a smile.

said nothing more, just quietly ate his

S

him clean his plate, Tarquin was deeply touched. His son was finally eating

unexpectedly, “Is there more?”