Chapter Six
“Stacia,” I heard Preston’s voice rise through the house to the bedroom, carrying just enough weight to make my heart flutter, my tummy turn anxiously, and my s*x start to warm. I was unused to hearing his voice after his many weeks away.
“Yes, I’ll be right down,” I called down the stairs. I was still dressing.
“Now!” There was even more power in his voice, and I zoomed through my dressing as quickly as I could, still buttoning my pink sweater as I dashed down the stairs.
I found Preston in the living room with Aunt Lettie. The scene looked grim.
“Is there a problem?” I inquired politely, knowing that there obviously was. I could only guess what stories Aunt Lettie was telling my husband. The surprise visit had gone so well so far. I was ecstatic when Preston pulled
