MY FAKE LOVE AFFAIR

ed on my head, and I was wearing my very soft, comfy slippers. It felt good to be home.

ing to stay in the city, and h

ry con

iately went to the kitchen to

I cal

he

and found him in his favorite

i

pizza?” he asked. “You look

al

ight,” I told him. “You d

said. “Since you’ve been traveling s

I just want to sit here with y

on h

d come close to comparing to what you’ve got going on

ro

d news. Never liked th

stened to you,” I

hat guy doesn’t deserve your time

to see much,” I told him. “W

lor

” he asked. “I kno

got to eat at some very nice restaurants. The people were nice and so open. They were

shoe company is

“Yes. I had meetings with des

amples being sent to my place

a shoe

re about designing your

sense those designers do. I lo

eating a new shoe de

wanted,” he said with pride

our mind to. Look how much

ng a business,” I told him. “

g the day-to-d

could see something in the store or on TV and come home and make it. She made you so ma

creativity,” I said with a smil

ke prett

sful businesswoman,” he said. “Y

e mall would pay off,” I laughed. “Thank you f

e best days of my life

ppy to walk around the ma

and what you would wear with a jacket or a pair of shoes always made

a, but I really never

situation with tha

roned out. It is going to slow production on the product, but I’d rather have it done right than deal with yet another scandal. I don’t want t

know that couldn’

e just not good. The previous owner of the company eithe

to go out aga

lan on staying put for a while

,” he growled. “I’ll tell you what, if anyone dares say anything to m

and I’m ready to see who made it to the finals. I’v

snuck a pee

. Hav

. “Nope. I’ve been rewat

eyes. “M*A*S

y it was the best s

a good

Brock,” he said in

e’s nothin

he said. “I’ve seen th

’t love me. He can whine and cry all he wants, but it’s just for show. There’s nothing he can do to me. He can keep spreading lies and telling peopl

the truth about what’

’re just trying to get a rise out of me. They want me to s

u need some starlet to get pregnant or another cele

goal,” I sai

be big news,” he offered.

ly hope,”

om across the street calls me anytime something seems out of t

d him. “I hopped in a stranger’

ounded by ph

re ly

tires, creating a cloud of smoke, and chased off the photographers. He had a little sports car that c

Lore! You di

ive and in one piec

this s

him. “If I knew his name,

ful woman, you’re somewhat of a celebr

ut instinct,” I said. “You al

tell you about Br

iously on vacat

on’t do t

t was careless. In the momen

e. It was a wave of homesickne

t

a long time,” he

rry. How have y

“I’m a little bored,

You’re supposed to b

o fishing a few times, but

would have loved for you

of a homebod

quaint bed-and-breakfasts. You could go leaf-watching

to set me u

ery subtle with that situation

s his one and only and he coul

till difficult for him to think

get out and have some

a side business. I can’t sit around all the time. I love that yo

pport me. He was just not the kind of guy that enjoyed rel

hours and work as little

You sure you don’t mind me working? I know you wanted me

support you. You’ve

on the season. I gave him a kiss on the forehead before going upstairs to bed. It felt good to be back in the same time zone with my fa

d Oliver’s face was

bout him made me feel safe. I didn’t feel like he was going to drive me away, murder me,