Chapter Six
“I have to speak with her, Suellen,” Peter told her as they stood by the cliff watching the ocean break on shore.
“Of course you do.”
“This is not what I want, not now. Maybe a year ago, even six months.”
“Of course.”
The line of his jaw was firm, so much so, it seemed to twitch. This involuntary quiver communicated a good deal to the shrewd Suellen.
“But not now.” He sighed heavily.
She’d never pressed him about the divorce, about anything for that matter; except getting spanked. And she hardly had to press that cause, since they both enjoyed the activity. She wouldn’t press him now.
“This is probably exactly what you need,” she offered. “Closure.”
“That’s a woman’s word for it,” he said. “I’ll think of it as putting the last piece of a messy house in order.”
“It
