Unfinished Business. Inglath Cooper
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Название: Unfinished Business
Автор: Inglath Cooper
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472026484
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Culley raised his glass and tapped it against hers
“To two old friends running into one another.”
Addy raised the glass to her lips and took a long sip. “Your mom told you about the divorce?”
“I’m sorry.” He reached across and covered her hand with his.
Addy couldn’t say anything for a moment. He turned her palm over, squeezed her hand tight, and she held on as if it were a lifeline. Finally she said, “I know what all the marriage manuals say. That when something like this happens, the affair isn’t the problem. It’s a symptom.”
“It still hurts.”
“That from personal experience?”
“Yep.”
Culley glanced away, a cloud of something that looked like sadness in his eyes. Not what she would have expected of the Culley Rutherford she had known in high school.
Dear Reader,
Every now and then I hear people say reading can’t be what it once was. There are too many other forms of media to choose from. While it’s true we have many choices these days when it comes to entertainment, I noticed something on a recent trip to a hair salon in Dallas, Texas, that reassured me books are doing just fine.
This was one of those great places where they offer you hot tea and massage your hands while you’re getting your hair washed with flaxseed shampoo. It was a Saturday, and the place was busier than a hive of bees. While I waited for my appointment, I noticed how many people were reading. An older lady with a Larry McMurtry, a twentysomething young woman with a Nora Roberts. A mother with a baby in tow snatching paragraphs of something that looked light and fun. A gray-haired man waiting for his wife, deep into James Patterson. And really, it seemed as if they were all enjoying the opportunity to read every bit as much as they were enjoying the salon’s exceptionally nice treatment.
I think those people all knew what I know about reading. That even with all the entertainment we have to choose from today, there’s something special about a book. Maybe it’s the one-on-one connection we have with the characters, or the fact that we can keep turning the pages without commercial interruption. And what a pleasure it is to read the first page and think, “Ah, this is going to be a good story.”
That’s what I wish for you. Many, many good stories!
All best,
Inglath Cooper
P.S. Please visit my Web site at inglathcooper.com. Write to me at P.O. Box 973, Rocky Mount, VA 24151.
Unfinished Business
Inglath Cooper
To Mac for showing me what real love is.
And to Grandpa Holland for the Sunday morning rides.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
PROLOGUE
ADDY PIERCE HAD always believed in the power of intuition.
That little voice had a purpose.
Hard to explain, then, why she ignored it this particular day.
She’d worked on the Lawson case until after midnight, setting the alarm for four and leaving Mark asleep when she headed out the door for the office at five.
She had just sat down at her desk with a cup of much needed coffee when she missed the file, remembered she’d left it on the dining-room table. She was to be in court at ten o’clock, but she had enough time to run home and pick it up on the way.
It was then that the little voice had sounded inside her.
Send someone else.
Looking back, this was the detail that continued to play like a CD track stuck on what-if. What if she had sent someone else to get the file? Would they have told her Mark was at home? Or taken pity on her and left her unaware of the fracture in her marriage?
But none of those things had happened.
Addy had been the one to drive to her house. The one to open the front door and notice his suit jacket draped across the back of the living-room couch. The one to hear his voice coming from upstairs. The words not clear from where she stood in the foyer, but distinctly his voice. Followed by a woman’s laugh.
The voice inside Addy screamed. Leave. Turn around and leave.
But eight years of practicing law had shown her that knowledge, once gained, can rarely be ignored.
Standing there in the foyer of a house that already felt as if it didn’t belong to her, a feeling of dread swept through her, weakened her knees, so she put a hand on the wall and stood for a moment, waiting for the room to stop its listing.
Her feet moved of their own volition, the runner on the staircase deadening her footsteps. She followed the hall to the master bedroom, the voices drawing closer.
They’d left the bedroom door open. This amazed her. That in their own house, their own bed, he hadn’t bothered to close the door.
How could he have been so comfortable that he left the door open?
Through that rectangle she watched the husband who was supposed to have been hers rest his cheek on the woman’s belly, rounded with child.
Addy swallowed. Went absolutely numb as if someone had flipped a switch and obliterated all feeling inside her.
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