Chapter 42: Losing Faith

After dinner, Selby helped Faith do the dishes, grabbed a bottle of wine, two goblets, and headed for the fireplace room. He was ready for a quiet night in front of the fire with a good book. When their little adventures remained out of town, their weekdays remained more subdued, holding a semblance of normalcy. Now, with the game players in their everyday lives, they shoved all hints of routine out the door. Tonight, he wanted to regain some of that quietness again.

Faith grabbed one of her smut books as he called them and sat with her back on the opposite sofa arm and her feet in his lap. She held her book with one hand and her Pinot Noir with the other. Selby stared at her for a moment, enjoying how lost she was in what she read. His wine sat on the glass table beside him, his book in one hand. With the other, he reached down and massaged her feet as he returned his attention to the novel he read. Faith moaned with the first squeeze of his fingers, and he just smiled. This was a nor