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.She loved the small town feeling, realizing how different she and Jack were in that respect.The fast life and hustle bustle was what he craved.The quaint picture perfect, postcard type of villages were for old people, or so he said.Just remembering that comment alone made Mia question why she ever thought they would be a good match.The photo shoot took several hours.She loved her work, and especially enjoyed photographing families.Today was a shoot in the park with a mom, dad and two beautiful daughters.Mia lived for photography.She knew it was the only thing that gave her peace these days.After the shoot, she stopped for lunch at a cute sidewalk cafe.The place had a Parisian flair with the wrought iron bistro tables and black and white striped awnings above every window.It was beautiful and quiet.The sun was bright, and the temperature was warm and balmy that May afternoon.Mia watched as a young girl and her mother sat on a park bench across the street.They threw corn to the ducks that waddled toward them, begging for a handout.They laughed and watched the ducks retreat to the pond once they had their fill.The little girl squealed with delight at the constant group of small animals lining up for their turn to get a snack.Mia smiled and snapped a few candid shots while she enjoyed her turkey club and beer.She walked the red brick sidewalk to the downtown area to check out a few antique shops before catching the four o’clock train back to Tarrytown.Finding a beautiful set of antique Empress China dinnerware in the Woodmere pattern made Mia smile from ear to ear.“I’ll take this set please.It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she said, as she wrote down her address for the store to ship it to.The set would be perfect for special occasions, and would look lovely in the china cabinet Mia inherited several years ago from her grandmother.She checked the time and headed back to the train station, pleased with her day.As she rode home on the train, Mia thought about the conversation she had yesterday with Vic.Vic’s point of view was a lot closer to being right on, than her own.Mia was living proof that her own opinion and judgment wasn’t always rational.She still wanted to work on the marriage, at least until she convinced herself it was absolutely flat lined dead.Chapter ThreeMia wanted to rekindle some of the romance she thought was there when she and Jack began dating.She wasn’t going to give up without giving her relationship everything she could, and then some.Tonight, Jack’s testosterone would be put to the test.Mia found some sexy blues to download onto her MP3 player.This smokin’ hot bra and panties set under my silk robe, and a pair of heels should do it.The tee shirt and shorts normally worn to bed was stashed in the dresser drawer.I’ll have wine ready and candles lit when he comes home.The problem was, she had no idea when that would be.“I know this isn’t going to work.He’ll have some lame excuse that he’s tired, and why can’t I understand how hard he works to advance his career.He’ll turn everything around to make me look like a selfish horn dog, only thinking of myself, like usual.Damn it! I’m going to give it one last shot, even if I fall asleep until he gets home.”Curled up on the couch, Mia woke to the sound of the overhead garage door opening.She tried not to doze off while mindlessly watching TV, but obviously lost that battle to the sleepyhead gods.She looked at the clock and realized it was past midnight.Reggie was sound asleep, snuggled up, and lying across her legs.“Shit, my legs are asleep.Reggie, get in your kennel,” she said, as she limped across the living room.She wanted to wake up and appear sexy before Jack walked in.Mia quickly lit the candles and hit the play button on the MP3 player.She leaned against the wall for support until the pins and needles in her legs subsided.Sexy blues began to flow throughout the surround system located in every room.Jack entered through the kitchen service door, surprised to see her waiting up for him
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