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All the physical labor required around the house had given her muscles she’d never achieved from working out at the gym

such palpable distress irked Emily immeasurably. “Why?” Daniel said, a deep line creasing his forehead.

reeling from the heated encounter.

beneath the grime, then buffed

Not yet,” she said, smiling slyly. He smiled in return. “In that case,

bundled the books up in her arms

“You’ve barely touched your food.”

It was freeing, watching the world fly by, and slowly, she shook off her mood. She even turned on the radio, remembering it. Radio blaring, windows rolled down, Emily gripped the steering wheel tightly in her hands. In her mind, she looked like a glamorous 1940s siren in a black-and-white film, with the wind tousling her perfectly coiffed hairstyle. In reality, the frigid February air had turned her nose as red as a berry and her hair into a frizzy mess. She soon left the city, and the farther north she got, the more the roads became

Or would she be strong enough to move on? She took the keys and walked triumphantly to her car, trying to show courage and confidence as he walked away, but secretly nervous that it would not even start – and if it did, that she would not even remember how to drive.

Emily ran her hands down the black silky material of her dress, smoothing out the creases for what must have been the hundredth time that night. “You seem nervous,” Ben said. “You’ve barely touched your food.” Her eyes darted down to the half-eaten chicken on her plate, then back up at Ben, who sat across from her at the beautifully laden dinner table, his face lit by candlelight. For their seven-year anniversary, he’d taken her to the most romantic restaurant in New York