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Rapids. She had chosen to book a hotel room overnight, which would give her plenty of time to rest before her 12:15 P.M. flight home. The flight attendant returned handing Ashleigh her drink and a bag of peanuts.
      “Thank you very much,” Ashleigh whispered to the flight attendant, who smiled and then proceeded on her way delivering the remaining drinks. Ashleigh put her headphones on, and the sound of Michael Buble’s sexy, smooth as silk voice, crooning the song “Feeling Good” went pulsing through her ears. She took a sip of her drink and placed the cup back on the tray table.  The refreshing bubbles from the club soda coupled with the smooth jazz sounds coming through her ear buds returned her to her earlier thoughts of Liam, and she closed her eyes. 
     

Chapter Five:
    Emily

     
      Arriving home shortly after five-thirty, Emily quickly unloaded her car and grabbed the mail. It was a fairly quiet evening in her neighborhood. A few kids were riding their bikes down the sidewalk as the warm spring breeze gently rustled the newly blooming leaves on the oak trees that lined her street.
      Emily lived in the historic Ottawa Hills neighborhood in Grand Rapids on Pontiac Road in a lovely four bedroom, three and half bath home. Purchasing the home fairly inexpensively and renovating it to suit her modern contemporary taste took about three months. Nearly everything was white except for an accented color palette mostly made up of Spanish Grey, Dark Vanilla, Grullo and Classic Black. The vanilla hues made the space feel warm and welcoming, while the grey and black tones gave it a polished finished. Emily thought the expansive dark hardwood floors throughout the kitchen and hallways, beautiful crown molding and marble counter tops in the kitchen and bathrooms added a touch of glamour.
      Placing her Tod’s indigo leather handbag and that day’s mail on the glass console table in the foyer she kicked off her heels. Emily padded into her kitchen and opened the right side door of her stainless steel refrigerator pulling out all the ingredients needed to make a grilled chicken salad. She placed the items on the center island beside the double sink. Emily loved her kitchen but hated to cook. Craig, he loved to cook, and Emily always enjoyed watching him as he prepared delicious exotic meals. His favorite culinary works were Middle Eastern and Mediterranean dishes. Since Craig had been gone Emily had to learn the art of cooking for one, though her meals were far less culturally influenced.
      Switching on her iPod, music from a 1980’s mix poured through the speakers. While chopping an avocado into cubes her feet began to move in rhythm with the sounds of “Kiss” by Prince. 
      Great, everything’s reminding me of Craig today.
      Emily began to sing the chorus out loud while laying a halved chicken breast lightly brushed with olive oil, pepper and salt on the grill top. A few feet in front of the island sat her round kitchen table that had seats for four. She dropped her utensils at one of the place settings and pulled a bottle of Stinson Vineyards Monticello Chardonnay from the wine cooler located underneath the island.
      The white wine was illuminated by the pendant lights hanging above causing a prism of colors to reflect through the glass. Tearing the already washed lettuce, she placed it carefully in the bowl, adding grape tomatoes, the cubed avocados followed by diced carrots, mushrooms and the chicken that she had cut into small strips. Blue cheese crumbles poured from the measuring cup, each one bouncing off the bed of greens as if a snowball fight had broken out between the leaves of lettuce.
      As the sink filled up with warm water, Emily took a final sip of her wine. She heard her phone ring and went to retrieve it from her handbag that was still sitting on the table. She rolled her eyes at the sight of Ethan’s name appearing on screen.
      “Hi Ethan, what’s up?” Emily answered the call