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DEATH BY CHOCOLATE
I could tell the minute I woke that it was Sunday. For one thing, it was daylight and the alarm wasn’t shrieking. But mostly because the songs of the birds and the September breezes coming through my open window had that Sunday morning sound and feel to them.
I rolled over and snuggled up against Rick’s warm body.
That’s when it hit me.
Rick and I were getting a divorce. There shouldn’t be a man in my bed.
I sat bolt upright, heart pounding. Who the hell was sleeping in my bed?