The bedroom door swung open.
I watched through the narrow gap as a blond, pretty woman stepped in, her purse bumping her hip, her eyes scanning the room like she already owned it.
Lots of small pieces. Nothing grounding it.”
“That’s all her junk,” Linda chimed in proudly. “She buys everything online.
My son doesn’t care about any of this.”
Tom snorted. “She does love impulse buys.”
Emily walked toward the window. “The light in here is amazing.
We could get some good photos of you, Tom. Something clean and professional.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “As long as you Photoshop my double chin.”
“You don’t have one,” she giggled.
Linda clapped her hands. “You two are adorable.”
Then Emily lowered her voice. “You said things are rocky with your wife?”
My stomach dropped.
Tom opened his mouth, but Linda beat him to it.
“She’s barely home.
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t care about the house, and no kids anytime soon. I don’t even know why she got married. They’re basically roommates.”
Tom didn’t correct her.
“That’s why I thought,” Linda continued, “if things don’t work out, you and Tom would make a beautiful couple. You already have such chemistry.”
Emily laughed softly. “You’re terrible.”
Tom shrugged, almost shy.
“She’s always trying to set me up, even when I’m not single.”
Emily grinned. “Well… if you ever are—”
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