Yet when it came to the shape of a tie knot, Joshua still thought Winter did it best.At that thought, he pressed his lips together tightly.In the past, seeing Winter every day, sharing the same bed, Joshua had never cared about her. But now, living apart, the small details about her kept creeping into his mind, piece by piece. Things he had once ignored now surged unbidden to the surface.The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how great Winter was.Yet Joshua wouldn't admit that she was an exceptional wife.He only felt that in certain mundane aspects—tying a tie, cooking, ironing a suit, taking care of the child—Winter simply did them better than Jessica. She was more graceful, more capable, and simply easier to be around.But Winter was his wife and Terence's mother.Those were her responsibilities to begin with. She was meant to handle them properly.Joshua suppressed the unusual stirring in his chest and teased Blake casually, "Dressed all in white, anyon
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