Epilogue: Checking Out
To Brynn’s relief, the stew was not burned, though it was a close thing. She put it on the stovetop to cool, while she cooked rice and put a loaf of garlic bread in the oven. It was only a short time before she and Michael were sitting down to a hearty homecooked meal.
Her lover was dressed in an old bathrobe her husband had left behind when he moved out. Brynn loved the way it emphasized his broad shoulders, and when it opened at the neckline, showing her the hard, flat planes of Michael’s chest, the watering in her mouth was definitely not caused by the food.
“Can you stay?” she asked, taking a bite of garlic bread.
Michael glanced at the clock. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “If Mom gets home from work and I’m not around, she might wonder where I’m at. And I’m n
