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.

behind his head, staring at

could think

couldn’t help but wonder what she

to start his day

waiting for Elijah to finish up so he could invite him to

table, then

made with expensive ingredients, a variety of lavish dishes. By

was wondering and

skeptical, “You’ve never

a try, to see if you’d like the taste,” Tarquin said, picking up a pastry and placing it

it, see if it suits your

overthinking, Elijah eyed the pastry for a

across from him, watching intently.

a while, Elijah uttered two words,

with unbidden joy, and a weight lifted

to hear. Have some more, these are also for you, and

nothing more, just quietly ate

S

deeply touched. His son was

then, unexpectedly, “Is there