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flashed on the screen. No wonder he
hadn’t been around his family. He’d been locked up the last three
years for running Ponzi Schemes. He had a record in two different
states. I clicked print in order to have the information to give to
Dolores in a few days. She wasn’t too fond of technology. Giving it
to her too soon would freak her out. I had to pretend I actually
contacted the authorities for the information.
    My search finished, I went back to my husband’s
Facebook page. Cynthia Trapp was a new friend. The profile picture
was of a close-up of the woman’s lips. I wasn’t impressed and
clicked on her page. Her status was married, and her wall posts
were about her kids and cooking.
    Probably one of his friend’s from
college or high school.
    Glancing in the right corner of my PC, I
noticed the time. It was time to head out for date night. I
adjusted the mouse to the logoff button as a notification popped
up. It was a friend request from the same woman. I’d answer from my
tablet later on. I X’d off the networking site and logged off my
PC.
    “ Night, Kathy. See you in the
morning.” I gave her a nod and waved on my way out.
    “ Night.”
    I had no doubt she’d probably be surfing the
internet for her last hour there. I didn’t mind. She did her job
well.
    Gridlocked traffic slowed my ride, but I still
managed to make it home with enough time to change for our date. I
didn’t plan on being in the house long so I parked in the driveway
and entered through the front door. Sheba nipping at my heels and
the aroma of food cooking greeted me. I walked into the living room
and spotted lit candles in the dining room next to it.
    I stood there, staring at the set table we
hadn’t used since we’d moved in the house. We ate in the kitchen,
in our offices, or in the living room, but the dining room had
become a part of the décor. The white burning flames pulled me into
a trance and into the room.
    Moving closer, I caught sight of a bucket of
ice with wine in it as the center piece instead of the vase with
fake flowers. Clanking to my left drew my attention to the
kitchen.
    “ Daniel?” The food smelled so good
I wasn’t sure who to expect.
    “ Get settled and have a seat,
love,” he replied from the other room. “And no, you can’t come in
the kitchen.”
    I rushed upstairs and did a quick wash-up.
Though I’d sat in an office all day and took a shower in the
morning, it was my routine to wash again when I came home. I
slipped into a summer dress though it was far from summer outside.
It was spring and the high so far had been seventy-two degrees, but
I wanted to be comfortable.
    When I made my way downstairs, a smiling Daniel
stood in the living room, his arms held out wide. “Welcome to date
night.”
    He pulled out a chair for me, and I took a
seat. After picking up the wine glass from the setting in front of
me, Daniel poured me a glass of the white liquid. He handed it to
me, kissed my neck, and headed back to the kitchen. A few minutes
later, he returned with a covered dish. “For you, love.” He removed
the top.
    My stomach growled at the pan-seared scallops
with pesto and tomatoes. “When… How?”
    “ Funny what you can learn on the
internet. Courtesy of Rachel Ray.”
    I beamed at him and the dish. Pulling him
close, I landed a big kiss on his lips. “I’m impressed.”
    He smiled at me and headed back into the
kitchen. This time, he returned with his own plate of food. After
taking a seat, he grabbed my hand. “Thank you for not giving up on
us.”
    “ Not in a million years. I love
you. I love us. We just got so busy we forgot to make time for us.”
I looked into his eyes, hoping he could see all the love I had for
him reflected through mine. He was my soul mate. I knew it long
before we went to Vegas. Somewhere along the lines, love had gotten
filed on the shelf with work, bills, and life. Once taken down and
dusted off, it sparked and fired up just like new.
    “ I love you too.