And if we go away together, we can truly be together, every day. No interruptions. We could make love and discover each other, unencumbered by…
Work! I can’t take three or four months off work! Mr Atkins would never allow it. I’d have to resign.
He draped an arm across his forehead.
Could I afford alimony for that length of time? Pay rent? Pay bills? And support myself after I get back until I find another job?
Then, as if the devil had made a sudden appearance on his other shoulder, his thoughts went in another direction altogether.
Live a little. Who cares what happens when I get back? Lucas will still be here. I’ve played it safe all my life. Why can’t I just throw caution to the wind and do something a bit crazy?
Because I have responsibilities.
Delegate. Work something out and just do it.
What if…