She was mine. For the sake of appearances, she was my wife, but she was mine anyway. She didn’t know it yet, but I did. It was wrong and it made no sense, but she belonged with me. No one else, not anyone else.

“I’m not supposed to be anything else than a man that’s stupidly in love with yo…”

“And then he laughed. It was short and brief, but genuine and made the dimples s…”

“Who can resist this handsome mug?” He stroked his broad jaw and I tried my hard…”

“I certainly ain’t saying it’s impossible. But Ada, look at Perry. Do you think …”