Chapter Thirteen
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
November
Alex was already seated on my gray microfiber couch when I breezed in the door, announcing, “Honey, I’m home!” peeling off my coat, and kicking off my heels.
Alex looked up from the papers he was grading and kissed me. “Hello to you too. How was your day?”
“Meh. It was fine. Yours?”
Alex’s hands came around my shoulders, and he kneaded them without me even having to ask. “I’ve had better. I could use a glass of wine with you, though.”
I hopped up, heading toward the kitchen. “Say no more. What made your day rough?”
“Two interminable hours in conference with Dean McAllister. Need I say more? He was complaining about Nick, bemoaning that you were abandoning us. Honestly, you were much more on top of things, and you have unique ideas. Nick is
