Page 187 of Wicked Fantasies

Faith smiled at his comment. Her husband was the consummate builder. For the past twenty-five years, he’d worked his way through the ranks at the construction company, now serving as master carpenter and supervisor. He’d recently started talking to his boss about buying half the business and expanding it. Troy was the hardest worker she’d ever met and one of the smartest men on the planet. She was so proud of all he’d accomplished with just a high-school diploma and at least two dozen trade and management classes taken at the local community college over the years. He was constantly striving to better himself, to learn more so that he could be a valuable employee and a successful supervisor.

“That would have looked nice. I wonder…” She drifted through the living room to the door that led out on to the back patio. “It’s still there.” She smiled as she spotted the wooden playset Troy had designed and built for their kids.

Troy grinned when he spotted what she was looking at. “What do you know about that? Spent two months designing that thing.”

“The kids loved it. I can’t begin to count how many hours Jackson spent on that tire swing and the monkey bars.”

Troy nodded. “And if you couldn’t find Jenna in the house, it was always a good bet she’d be in that sandbox.” He draped his arm around her shoulders as they looked around the large backyard and reminisced about all the kids’ birthday parties and family picnics they’d held there.

“It was a great house to raise kids in,” Faith said as Troy gestured for her to lead the way back into the house.

“The perfect house. What do you say we check out the rest of the rooms? And then…” He paused as she turned to look at him.

“And then?” she prodded.

“And then I have a surprise for you in our old bedroom.”

She laughed, running her hand across the front of his pants. “I’ll just bet you do. You realize I could begin to get spoiled by all these surprises.”

Troy shrugged, pulling her hand away from his cock and kissing it. “I’m a guy, Faith. We don’t think of sex as spoiling, but more as sustenance. Besides, I wanted to make this weekend special.”

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s been the most special weekend of my life.”

“Good. But…” he placed a quick kiss on the end of her nose, “it’s not over yet.”

They toured through the rest of the house at a leisurely pace, each room bringing back a plethora of memories.

When they entered their old bedroom, Faith gasped. Like the rest of the house, the room was bare, but in the middle of the floor, someone had laid out a plush, quilted bedspread and pillows. Next to it was a picnic lunch, complete with chilled wine, fried chicken, potato salad and chocolate-covered strawberries for dessert.

“How on earth?” The food was fresh, the scent of the warm chicken assaulting her senses and making her mouth water.

“Your mother came by earlier and set this all up for us. I picked the key up from the guy yesterday when I supposed to be golfing and gave it to your mother while you were changing into the T-shirt and letterman’s jacket. I told her to leave it under the flowerpot on the front porch on her way out.”

“My God. You thought of everything.”

Troy shrugged. “You’ve always teased me about over-planning.”

“I’ll never do that again. Troy, this is wonderful.”

They walked over to the blanket and sat down. Faith filled their plates with her mother’s scrumptious homemade picnic lunch while Troy poured the wine and pushed Play on the small CD player. Neil Diamond’s “Hello Again” filled the room.

“Another one of my CDs?”

Troy nodded. “Snuck them out of your car a couple days ago. Kept worrying you’d realize they were missing.”

They listened to the music, relaxing as they ate. It had been a long, busy weekend and yet Faith didn’t feel a bit tired. Instead, she was energized. She felt more alive than she had in months.

“Jenna was conceived in this room,” Faith said as she finished the last of her potato salad and wiped her mouth on a napkin.

“That was quite a night.”

She laughed. “You’d just come home from Billy Tucker’s bachelor party and you were drunk.”

“I was barely tipsy. I’d had three beers the whole night. And those were only consumed in hopes of making the women at the strip club your cousin Rodney dragged us to, look better. Never been to such a dive.”

Faith narrowed her eyes and pretended to be annoyed. “You came home at two in the morning, crawled into bed and woke me up by putting your freezing feet on me.”

“It was the middle of January. I was hoping you’d warm them up.”

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