Whats even worse, when he gets home at night he usually falls asleep on the couch. We never see a movie, go out to dinner, or even just go to the ma...l to get out of the house. Yes, if it wasnt for the fact that he gives me and the kids all the money we need, life would be unbearable. The worst thing, though, is that I really loved him before he began to think of nothing but work. I still do love him, and thats why for 15 years I never thought of cheating on him. I always thought. Then it hit me - it would be perfect for Jennifer and Josie! We’d talked about them having a room in the house, but if my guess about the coach house was right, that would be a much better option.I didn’t say anything to the girls because so far it was purely speculative, and when Bill Wyatt arrived as planned, I ushered him into my office and shut the door so we could have a private conversation.“I was offered the listing for the coach house because it’s owned by a nephew of the people who. She began to get nervous as she peeked out of her bathroom to look at the door. Who could possibly be visiting unannounced like this? She trembled as she robed herself and tiptoed to the door. As she slowly closed the gap, she tried to think logically. No one would knock if they meant any harm, right? She slowly eyed the peephole and felt an enormous rush flow through her. So relieved, she lost herself and opened the door wide to behold her beautiful Stranger, Grant. ‘I like the way this has. And then she saw me. Our eyes met. Not the proverbial romantic moment, but a mutual smile of recognition. Of being pleasantly surprised that sometimes pictures don’t lie. The conversation was lovely. Just like our e-mails, but with her voice speaking them out loud. Her accent, to me sounding so exotic, and yet to her, my North American voice was equally accented. We walked to my car, talking, as I carried her bag. There had been no prior plans, no expectations of why she was here, or how long.