How To Bring Your Love Life Back From The Dead by Wendy Sparrow Read Free Book Online

sank farther into the couch. “I’m not fragile,
though. I’ll be fine at this.” Sometimes, he tried to coddle her
because of Nadia, but she wasn’t his first wife, and she felt like
it needed to be said every so often—even if they didn’t talk about
her a whole lot. It never got easier to feel like she had to share
him with someone else, and she couldn’t even hate Nadia because she
seemed like a decent person. Plus, Nadia was dead, so Lauren was
the luckier of the two. She got to spend the rest of her life with
the man Nadia had loved. Life wasn’t fair, and it was hard to be
grateful for that.
    “No, you’re not fragile.”
    “It’ll be nice to get back to having
sex after the baby,” she said…and then slid a look at him. “I meant
to say that inside my head. I think this pregnancy has turned off
my mental filter.”
    “I noticed that—you nearly made that
cashier cry earlier for not using the reusable bags we’d brought
from home. You kept muttering things under your breath. It was
either that or you had a Jerry or a Gollum thing going. I was
almost rooting for Gollum.”
    “Well, excuse me for wanting to save
the environment for our baby!” She almost wanted to hit him again,
but she couldn’t reach past her belly that far. Plus, he was
rubbing her feet.
    “No. You’re right. We should have
had the guy flogged. Plus, he stuck the hand soap in with the eggs.
That alone….”
    Lauren narrowed her eyes. “Don’t
think I haven’t notice that you keep agreeing with me and then
one-upping my insanity. I’m pretty sure that’s
patronizing.”
    He smiled, reached out, and touched
her hand. “Do you know you’re the smartest and most beautiful woman
I’ve ever met?”
    She sighed and relaxed. He always
seemed to know the right thing to say—even lately when she was
insane from pregnancy hormones. He was perfect for her. “You know
that article you wrote way back when that I read? I made a list of
what I wanted in a spouse, and you fit it.”
    “That’s good because it’s too late
for you now. I’ve got you, and I’m keeping you.”
    The doorbell rang, and he pushed up
from the couch. She sat up and watched him walk to go hand out
candy. He had a point. It was sort of sweet watching him do
something so husbandly…no, fatherly. He complimented the kids on
their costume and gave them generous handfuls of candy—almost too
generous. Still, those had been some awfully cute kids. Their kid
would be cuter, but that went without saying.
    It was nice to spend Halloween doing
this for a change.
    Daniel closed the door and set the
bowl to the side. Plus, Daniel just flat-out had a nice
ass.
    He froze and then laughed. “Did you
know you’re talking out loud again?”
    “Oh. Awkward.”
    “Luckily, I’d shut the door.” He
dipped his hand in the bowl and brought her back some snack-size
chocolate bars. “But it earned you treats.”
    “I wish it earned me
tricks.”
    “Again. Out loud.”
    She popped one of the chocolates
into her mouth. “I know. I love you.”
    “I love you too.” He leaned over the
back of the couch and kissed her. The doorbell rang
again.
    “After this, I think you should shut
off the porch light,” she said.
    “I will, and I love you enough to
pretend it’s because you want to spend time squished together on
the couch watching scary movies and not because you want the rest
of the candy.”
    “That’s why I love you.”
    “I know.”



The creak was just that of an old
building. That was all. The building was over one hundred years
old. Even renovations most likely left the bones of the library the
same. Bones creaked. Old buildings settled. They made noises. The
quiet of the old “Franklin Collection” room at the back of the
library made the creaking seem spooky.
    Analise shifted to look around, and
the desk lamp played with her shadow and bounced it around, making
her jump. The moonlight filtering through the high windows wasn’t
helping. It was enough