Christopher found the whole thing amusing. “You two, my wife and my best friend, why do you bicker like this the moment you’re together?”

    Rosalind shrugged.“No idea. Maybe he’s jealous.”

    Christopher pulled her close, his arm possessively around her waist.“Don’t tease. He has his heart set on someone?

    Rosalind added, “A married woman.”

    Christopher sighed wistfully.“True. But the divorce is almost final. After all these years waiting, I hope it works out

    for him.”

    Rosalind had little interest in Eugene’s romantic story.

    It sounded like a modern tale of a homewrecker.

    She turned back to Christopher.“Was bthat /bba /bcall from the office? Something burgent /bcame up?”

    Christopher’s expression turned apologetic. “Yes. An bemergency /bonly bI /bcan handle. Might be pulling ban /ball–nighter. Rosa, don’t wait up.”

    “An all–nighter? More like answering his mistress’s summons,” Rosalind thought coldly.

    She nodded.“Go ahead. I’m tired anywayb./b”

    As she turned towards the bedroom, Christopher caught her arm, pulling her back. He tilted her chin, aiming for ia /i

    kiss.

    Rosalind jerked her head away. His lips brushed her jawline.

    Christopher frowned slightly.“What? Too shy for a proper goodbye kiss with your husband?”

    Rosalind pushed firmly against his chest, freeing herself.“You said it was urgent. Go.”

    Christopher chuckled low in his throat.“Because Eugene’s watching? Don’t worry about him. Known him for over twenty years. He’s family.”

    “Just go!” Rosalind urged.

    His phone rang again.

    “Latoya is getting impatient, no doubt,” she thought.

    He smiled, ruffling her hair. “Alright, I’m off. Be good. Rain’s forecast tonight. Close the windows before bed. I’ll be back first thing.”

    With that, Christopher was gone.

    Only Rosalind and Eugene remained in the house.

    She looked up at him.“Your buddy’s gone. Aren’t you leavingb?/b”

    Eugene crossed his arms, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. “He just left? Doesn’t worry about leaving a man band /bba /bwoman alone together? Things could happen.”

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    bRosalind /brolled her eyes. “You have your married crush you’ve pined over for years. Surely byou’re /bbnot /bbthat /bdesperate?b” /b

    Eugene’s blips /bcurved. “Can’t say for sure.”

    “Any other business tonight, Mr. Benitez?b” /b

    “No. Why?”

    “Since you’re free, perhaps we could finalize the terms for the power bof /battorney and the settlement bagreement/bb?” /b

    Eugene nodded. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

    Rosalind wasn’t awyer. She’d downloaded temtes for both documents online.

    She pulled them up and showed them to Eugene.

    “What do you think?”

    Eugene shook his head.“Formatting’s all wrong.”

    “Care to demonstrate your professional expertise then?”

    Eugene took over herptop. Within minutes, a properly formatted power bof /battorney document filled the bscreen/b.

    “Print this. Get him to sign it. Two copies. Keep one, mail the other to me.”

    Rosalind switched to business mode. “Understood. I’ll get his signature ASAP.”

    “Now, the settlement agreement,” Eugene continued. “No children, so custody’s irrelevant. The key is the division

    of marital assets.”

    Rosalind stated clearly, “I’ve researched this. Marital assets bare /btypically split fifty–fifty. But given his infidelity makes him the at–fault party, I propose a sixty–forty split. Sixty bfor /bme.”

     Chapter 14.