David Cummings

I turned and gave him a smile.

The truth was Howard did not look tired at all.

His straight, brown hair was still neatly parted toward the left side of his face.

On a bad day, the top of his head tended to resemble the frilly nature of our carpet.

Likewise, the suit and tie that I had picked out for him were still unwrinkled on his slender frame.

The tie usually didn't make it to the door before being removed.

Of course, darling, you look exhausted.

My skill as a liar had always outclassed my husband's I love you

As he turned to leave, I caught a flash in his expression.

In the second that his gaze left mine, I could see a flicker in his eyes.

It looked as if a matchstick had been struck in his soul.

I'd seen that type of look in him before, and it wasn't something that I took lightly.

The way I said Howard stopped him in his tracks.

You wouldn't happen to be hiding something from me, would you?

I don't think I could hide anything from you if I tried.

He laughed, but did not turn back to face me.

True, but you have tried before.

I reached and wrapped my arms around his chest, a hug that was also a cage.

I know that your work can be difficult, darling.

Life in the normal world is a tricky slope to navigate.