“No way. I can’t make this deal. Not if it means I lose you.”
“Come on, Gus. Think what this change in sentence will do for you.”
“No. I want you to keep trying to get me out.”
His face hardened.
“I won’t agree to you withdrawing.”
31 ChanningChanning hummed as she tidied up the kitchen.
Clayton was upstairs tucking their son into bed. When he came down, they’d have an adults-only Saturday night. She and her husband, curled up together on the great room couch in front of a crackling fire.
She refilled their wine glasses with the ripasso from Valpolicella she’d uncorked at dinner and admired the result. The “repassing” process colored the wine a deep, bright red with a purple edge. Its high alcohol content and seductive dark-fruit flavor meshed perfectly with her evening plans.
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