Chapter 10
“What do you think?” Lawrence asked. “Good choice?”
Ruth looked up from her salmon and realized he was indicating the restaurant. “Oh, yes. It’s great. Good choice.”
“Well, twenty-five years.” He lifted his wine glass and clinked hers. “That’s no easy feat.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She went on with her salmon, which was truly delicious. When she felt his gaze burrowing into her, she asked, “What?”
Lawrence sat very straight in his chair, like her question was a strong gust of wind pushing against him. “You just seem a little distracted tonight, that’s all.”
He was right about that. Their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and she was treating him like crap. That wasn’t fair. He was the victim here, the cuckolded husband, and she was the cheating wife. The least she could do
