Carlos parked in the driveway of their home. The lights in the living room were on. Sharon was home after all. This thing about fraud was crazy. Why hadn't she said anything to me? He thought. He exited the vehicle, locked and armed it, and entered through the front door. It was unlocked. He smelt the aroma of food being prepared. It smelt like stewed beef, his favorite, but this was something Sharon only cooked on weekends. Now he wondered how serious this situation was. He began thinking: What should I do? Should I just come out and confront her about what I heard? Paul has probably called her to let her know that I know now? Maybe I should pretend like I don't know anything and see what she will do? Yeah, that's what I'll do. He thought . Let's see if she'll say anything to me. Carlos entered the kitchen and saw his wife mashing potatoes, cooking stewed beef in a dutch pot, frying chicken on the stove top and it looked like she was baking some kind of pu
It was 6 a.m. Carli was already up. She wondered if Jason was awake and already preparing to come for his final day of work. Her aunt mentioned there was a possibility that she would give him the contract to paint her new airbnb when it was done. Carli hoped he would get it. He was very skillful and it was obvious he knew what he was doing. But Carli just wanted to see him. After their conversation the night before about him being a Christian and practicing celibacy, she thought about all he had said. She had been angry with him for not telling her earlier but was also aware that their relationship had experienced a few snags in the road. She was however willing to put the physical and sexual attraction aside to get to know him. Beyond those strong muscles that made her swoon whenever she saw them, she did really like him. He was patient, he made her laugh and he had a gentle spirit that she was drawn to. She picked up her phone and dialed his number. The phone rang 6 times then went