Jake’s head felt as if it might explode at any moment. He and Heather had been so good together, never a cross word, sometimes a strong difference of opinion on some issue, but that was usually resolved within a couple of days. This was different since, with female intuition, Heather had sensed her husband’s head being turned by the attractive stranger who’d imploded into his life. Their phone calls had been sharp and short, with his wife showing a hitherto concealed trait of jealousy. He felt that he hadn’t done anything to deserve this reaction and these accusations. Although, if he were being honest with himself, after the exchange of passionate kisses with Liffi, he’d provided grounds for his wife’s fears.
He sat, woeful, in the armchair, seeking to go beyond his introspection on the
