Abby Karl and I are in the kitchen after our run, making breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee fills the air, and after that run, I can’t deny the fact that I’m starving. I glance over at Karl, who is engrossed in flipping pancakes on the stove. At least he’s wearing a shirt by
Abby I wake up early the next morning, determined to start my training with Karl. As I make my way to the home gym, a mixture of excitement and nerves courses through me. Karl is already there when I walk in, and the sight of him stretching leaves me momentarily breathless. His shirt clings to
Abby The training session with Karl leaves me feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. We’ve both worked up a good sweat by the time we’re finished, and as we stand there wiping our foreheads with our towels, I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It’s been a long time since I’ve pushed
I hesitate, unable to come up with an immediate response. The truth is, there’s more to it than just physical attraction. Of course there’s a connection between Karl and me; we were once married, after all. But admitting it, even to myself, feels like a betrayal of all the anger and resentment I’v
Karl As I walk into the conference room, Sarah, my election manager, is already there, poring over some documents spread out on the table. I’m still dressed in my workout clothes from my earlier training session with Abby, but I know Sarah won’t mind. It’s an informal meeting, and I think she’s
Abby Elsie and I make our way to the local cafe, the bell above the door jingling as we enter. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods instantly fills my senses, and the sound of soft jazz music plays over the speakers. We order our usual coffee and find a corner booth to settle in. T
Or will Gianna’s claws sink into the very earth we stand on? … I’m sitting in the living room. The sun has long since gone down, and I’m curled up beneath a blanket with a good book. After my date with Elsie earlier, I feel lighter—but I also feel heavier, because I keep thinking about all of th
Abby There’s no time to waste; I need to write this email to my staff so I can invite them to come for this catering event. However, as I sit down at the kitchen island with my laptop in front of me, I can’t help but feel my heart pound as I begin typing out the invitation. I’ll admit that this