CHAPTER 15
Roger walked into his bedroom in time to see his wife shove a cream-colored wrapper under the pillow. “That kind of night, huh?” Roger winked.
“You don’t even want to know.” Juliette smiled and scooted herself over in the bed. “How did everything go at the office?”
Roger slid into his pajamas, his limbs heavy from the day’s work. “Looks like we’ll probably get things out on time.” He slipped in bed next to Juliette and put his arm around her robust frame, softened and rounded by decades of late-night snacking. He could tell by the way she positioned herself something was wrong. “You worried about the graduates?”
Juliette shifted her weight. “I should be.”
“What’s keeping you up then? I mean, besides Mr. Godiva?”
She paused but didn’t smile. “Just thinking of Kennedy.”
Rog
