Lark answered her phone knowing exactly who it would be as she stared at the unknown caller on the call display. He had changed his number too many times to count. She put it on speaker as she swung on the porch swing, one toe rocking on the deck boards.
“What do you want?”
“You. Come home. We can get a new place, Lark. We can start over. I’m not mad about the car or the condo. I deserved it. Please. Come home to Houston. Please.”
“Doug, it’s not happening. Stop calling me.”
“I won’t babe. Not until you agree to come home. I miss you so much.”
“Call your secretary.”
“I never called her before, and I haven’t answered a single call from her since the day you caught us. Come home. We will have dinner and talk. Really talk.”
“Has it not occurred to you there is nothing you will say I wa
