Names, characters, places, and incidentseither are the products of the author's imagination or are usedfictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons... living or dead,businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Chapter TwoI'd been at Davenport's for three years and married to Michael for fourwhen my world began to fall apart. If I am honest with myself, I'd hadmy suspicions for a long time but, as always, I buried them under ablanket of excuses. Until the day I found a. ”The man next to him wore an all-black uniform, his calf-high boots polished to a mirror shine. He was tall and had a physique as if he could go toe to toe with a PertharianThe man’s face was rectangular, with a very pronounced chin and jawline. There was a scar from his left eye to his mouth. The blonde hair cut high and tight. The man’s eyes were gray as steel and there was an eerie inhuman quality to them.Next to him sat Admiral Richard Stahl the eternal Warrior. The living immortal. I decided to explain to the two ladies that I thought it time to find two other waitresses to take Jeans job and for her to become my assistant. I took almost three months to determine that we had two gals that fit our demands. They were offered generous salaries to perform their duties as we instructed. When I bought a commercial building and used part for my office, I took Jean to look for and buy office furniture. We were able to furnish a beautiful office setting.The first morning that we. The bouquet smelled like the sweet memories of yesterday.“My darling Sky, tonight I’ll be sharing my bed with Alice. I’m not ready to be that way with you, not for a while. Please give me space.” Darlene searched my eyes for understanding. “I love you.” She kissed my cheek in a sad whisper.“Take all the time you need.” I took a sip from the glass and mirrored her gaze with a slight bow of my head. “I can sleep on the floor.” I pointed to the black bear rug at the foot of the bed. “Or I can go.