For twenty-six months, I catered my husband’s affair. Two covers, twice a month.
Fourteen bottles of rosé on a client’s standing account. Twenty-two dinners for two under a purchase order my husband signed himself. I stood in the walk-in until my hands stopped shaking, then went back out and ran service for ninety.
The other woman is the boss’s wife. Which makes her husband —
Crawford Dockery
, the CEO I’ve fed for a decade — the only other person holding the half of the proof I don’t have.
If Weston finds out I’m counting, he moves the money and my daughter watches me lose my father’s company. So we wrote four rules on a produce sheet. Rule four:
Crawford doesn’t get to hand me anything I could have won myself.
We can’t be seen together until the contract is scored. Which is a problem, because he’s the first man in nineteen years who looks at me like I’m the smartest person in the building.
They picked the room. I catered it.
The Betrayed Spouses Club, Book 2.
Standalone, and the series reads in any order. A short read you can finish in one sitting. No cliffhangers. No grovel, no reconciliation. Steamy, with a happy ending she builds herself.
