Laura stood in the glaring light for a moment, and then decided it would be easier to give him the coffee, and be done with it. She walked into the ki...chen, but could not remember where she kept the coffee. Get a hold on yourself, she thought, as tears started to fill her weary eyes again. How am I going to do anything if I fall apart. Where is the coffee? The white canister stood where it always did on the counter next to the built-in range.She walked to the counter and removed the wooden lid,. In any other time, she would have jumped up and throttled any other woman who dared to touch her husband in such a manner. But not tonight. Elizabeth was there at her invitation.She was going to take Amanda's place in their marital bed. Not because that's what Mandy wanted. Because that's what her husband deserved. He had given up his career for her. He never left her side. He waited on her every need.Even after seeing combat in Iraq and over three hundred jumps, he was still handsome and in. There weather hinges squeaked in protest so any chance of catching her unaware was gone. There was a partition by the door that blocked my view initially and by the time I stepped around it there was nothing but a row of urinals and stalls. I stood still for a second listening but heard nothing. I had never lost sight of the restroom door so I knew she had to be in the room.I bent over and looked under the stalls. Nothing. There were five stalls and all of the doors were open except the. Her black slacks and long-sleeved, tight fitting V-neck top with flared sleeves looked elegant and a little funky, almost 60-ish on her. I loved it."Hey," she said, stepping in. She stood in the foyer, looking around, then down at me.What was I supposed to do here, I thought, almost forlorn at my ineptness in this new situation. Then, Danielle stepped closer, and slid her hands along my forearms, and I involuntarily brought my arms around her.Without speaking, she looked into my eyes, as if to.