CHAPTER 7: LIZ
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Liz shoved the mop across the floor. She always cleaned when she was upset. Her house was going to be spotless. This was all so unfair and so typical. Craig was going to a party—a masked party on Christmas Eve. She’d be sitting home, crying and watching It’s a Wonderful Life, while her husband would be having the time of his life, f*****g some w***e. She snorted. Nothing new there. He’d been doing it for years.
Her phone beeped. That’d better not be him needing something else. She’d skewer him with the mop handle if she had to see him again.
She put the mop down and walked into the kitchen to grab her phone. Damn, he’d looked good yesterday—his body strong and lean, his dark brown hair a little too long. When she’d turned and he’d been looking at her with desir
