When Samantha arrived home from work that evening, I greeted her with a smile and said, “Looks like we’re going to have a nice bit of cash for our trip.” I tried to sound relaxed, even though my chest felt tight with anticipation. Her eyes lit up briefly before concern crossed her face as she asked, “You spoke with him?” She added, “What’s he like?” I sensed her worry and said, “Relax, he seems level headed and respectful.” I continued, “He won’t even be around all that often.” She grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and asked, “What’s his name again?” Her voice sounded casual, but her shoulders were tense. “William,” I said. “He’s a few years older than us, divorced, has two kids, and he’s a self admitted workaholic.” She chuckled softly and asked, “Why do you think I’ll like him?” Her tone carried mild suspicion. “I don’t know,” I replied. “I ju
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