high school, despite the storm that had begun minutes earlier. She hurried through raindrops as lightning flashed and thunder boomed overhead. Fortunately, she hadn’t parked far from the door, but her hair dripped as she slid into her car.
At least she would get home before dark tonight. And maybe Joseph would come home on time or early. It was the weekend, a perfect night for them to spend some time together.
Maybe he would even remember her fantasy. This might be the night he fulfilled it. He had told her he would give her no warning.
She doubted that would happen, though. Surely if he’d been as excited as he’d appeared about the idea, he would have followed through sooner. He had probably forgotten about the plans, if he hadn’t completely given up on the idea of role-playing.
Even if they didn’t go through with Joseph’s suggestion, Nolie was determined to have time with her husband that weekend. They needed to talk. Nothing had changed in the past week despite the promises they’d made, and she refused to let that stand. Somehow she would get Joseph to sit down and give her some definite answers. She couldn’t be satisfied anymore with occasional complacent lovemaking and too much time apart.
She wasn’t sure they would be able to find a solution. The marriage certainly was not going to end if she had anything to say about it, but it couldn’t continue the way things were now. She wanted a partner, not a roommate she sometimes fucked.
When Nolie pulled into their driveway, Joseph’s truck was nowhere in sight. Of course. He was working late again, even though it was the weekend. She admired him for earning overtime pay and helping to ensure they had a nice house and everything they needed, but time with him would have meant more than any money he could bring in.
Disappointed, she went into the house, kicked off her shoes, and sat at her computer in the living room to check her personal e-mail.
At the back of the house, something crashed, followed by the tinkle of broken glass hitting the tile floor in the kitchen.
Nolie jumped, adrenaline surging through her, and her heart pounded. A flash of lightning brilliantly lit the room for a moment, followed almost immediately by a boom of thunder. Wind howled through the bushes and wires outside the house.
The storm. Of course. The wind had probably thrown a branch through one of the kitchen windows or the sliding glass door that led to their deck. Although it seemed unlikely, the possibility reassured Nolie.
Through the pulse beating loudly in her ears, she strained to hear any sound that might indicate an intruder. Her breathing was shallow, but she couldn’t draw a deeper breath with the constriction in her chest.
She should have just called the police. If she went to check on the source of the noise, it might be the stupidest thing she’d ever done. All the books she’d read where the heroine wandered off to check on suspicious things had annoyed the hell out of her, and she didn’t want to be one of those stupid women.
But instead of picking up her cell phone from the desk beside her, she slowly rose from her chair.
Glass crunched in the kitchen. Someone was there. Maybe Joseph had finally decided to go through with the role-play!
But Nolie couldn’t completely believe the intruder was her husband. He was supposed to be at work. And he’d promised not to do anything without her agreement. She hadn’t agreed to him breaking into the house.
She hoped to hell it was Joseph, but the possibility that it wasn’t scared the hell out of her.
Trembling, she crept toward the kitchen and peered around the doorway.
A man wearing a ski mask and mirrored sunglasses stood beside a scattering of broken glass. The sliding door was wide open.
Nolie clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling a scream. Her legs shook so badly she couldn’t turn away to run.
Even if they had cooperated, she was frozen.
Someone was in her house, and she was alone with