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she’d snorted, fully amused, it appeared. She’d also told Wil about that little agreement, and he’d apparently just shaken his head and stated, “Calvin will not want to go to court with Marilyn over this.” Something Anabell actually agreed with herself. She didn’t see him doing that either, likely bend over backwards to give her…

The house had settled in just three weeks, because nothing had gone wrong with the contracts of transfer of the deed. The owners had already moved out and into their new home. She’d had it transferred into a family trust, so it was not only hers but the boys as well, and that trust she’d…

“Hmm, I’d say that’s typical of children their age. They’re young enough to still believe everyone is good at heart, they’re not jaded by society yet. They’re also old enough to want things like a dad. Especially if they’d never known who he was before and now do. It kind of can’t be helped, and…

He had sat and, from what his man could tell, was on his phone attending to business emails and or taking calls from the office. Then he’d read through the agreement and signed it without issue. Then he and his lawyer made their way to a private plane. Both had gotten on it and it…

he chuckled softly, “Stop that,” she laughed herself, “Food not sex.” “s*x then food,” he countered. “Wil.” She huffed a little. “Dinner?” “Anything but chicken, that’s what I had last night,” he smiled. “Pasta would be nice. I’ll even stop and get cake on the way home from the airport.” And he would. It was…

Although she had never spent the night here, she’d had a key and dropped by to pick things up occasionally. He got nothing and put his phone down. Marilyn wasn’t going to be drawn into any form of interaction with him. or Marylin/Marri He sat on his lounge and wondered if that was simply because…

Who was Marrin? That was what she actually wanted to know. Just Marrin; not Mrs Calvin Reeves. Marrin the orphan, Marrin the computer programmer, Marrin the author, before her life must have fallen apart, and she’d run away and changed her name to Marilyn Riddley to escape being Marrin Reeves. Marilyn’s once happy, comfortable, easy??oing…

She just nodded at them and returned to editing, only to hear that phone chime a few hours later while they sat eating dinner, and frowned, as both boys left the table and raced off to check the phone. She wouldn’t have it at the table. Their dinner was forgotten in favour of what was…