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There was silence for a second. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know I had to report it all to you,” Lynn said, laughing. “I never have before. Besides, if Faith wanted you to know, she’d tell you. She probably didn’t want to deal with you rubbing it all in her face.”
“I’d never do that,” she argued, then remembered she did tell Faith she was always right. Guess she did rub it in people’s faces. Not in a mean way though.
“If you say so. What did Faith tell you?”
“Not much.”
“And that is why you’re calling me, to see if I know more?” Lynn asked.
“Of course,” she said.
“Sorry. I just know they had three dates in the past week or so.”
Lynn never hammered her kids like she did hers so it was probably the truth. “If you find out more, let me know,” she said.
“Maybe,” Lynn said.
Jolene hung up after that and turned to Gavin, who said, “You didn’t think she was going to tell you much, did you?”
“No,” she said. “I’m not sure she knows much either.”
“She knew more than you,” Gavin said.
“As she should with her own kids,” she said.
“You’re going to call Marci now, aren’t you?”
“I’ll give it an hour or so,” she said. “They are probably eating dinner. But I’ve got some apple pie I can bring over to have with coffee. Then we can compare notes.”
“Why am I not surprised you can’t give it a rest?” Gavin asked.
“I’m making it work,” she said. “More than you.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” Gavin said. “I found him for her. Maybe it’s been my plan all along to make you work it and you are falling for it.”
She wanted to snarl at the grin on her husband’s face but decided it wasn’t worth it...for now.
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Only Getting Started
“You didn’t need to cook dinner tonight,” Faith said when she walked into Sawyer’s after work the next day. “I said I’d do it.”
“I know,” he said. “But you do all the cooking. I normally just pick things up.”
He got thinking about that some more. It never bothered him in the past, but for some reason he wanted to do something more for Faith than take her to dinner or order out.
“I’m happy to cook or have a night off. What are you making? It smells good in here.”
She had a little bag in her hand and he knew she’d do that. Good thing he’d done the same thing.
“Chicken Alfredo.”
“Fancy,” she said.
“The sauce is out of a jar. Not too fancy.”
