Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1432

She helped him take off his coat, gentle as always.

“Did you get some sleep? Or just lying there?” she asked softly. “Did you finish everything?”

“The cemetery’s all settled, but the monks are still at the old chapel, holding services. They say they’ll need three more days.”

“Do we need to go over there?”

“I’ll go myself. Just wanted to come home and check in. I’ll head back in a bit.”

Elysia took his coat and hung it up in the entryway closet.

Elliot, their little boy, grabbed a pair of slippers from the shoe rack. “Daddy, change your shoes!”

Tarquin grinned. As soon as he slipped on the slippers, Elijah, his younger son, picked up his dress shoes and tucked them neatly inside the cabinet.

Tarquin gave Elijah’s hair a gentle ruffle, his eyes full of warmth.

The four of them headed toward the living room. Tarquin glanced around. “Did Mom and Dad head out already?”

Clayton and Pamela had moved out at the beginning of the month. The house was quieter now.

“No,” Elysia replied, “they stayed tonight. They’re worried about you—and about me and the kids.”

She lowered her voice, “I gave them a little something to help them sleep. Your dad left you some dinner too. Want to eat?”

She knew he probably hadn’t had a bite all day.

Tarquin nodded. “Yeah. Is there any soup?”

“You want soup?”

“Yeah, kind of craving it. But if not, no big deal.”

“I can whip up some chicken noodle. It won’t take long. You hang out with Elliot and Elijah—I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“Thanks, hon. You’re the best.”

Elysia grinned. “You sweet talker.”

She disappeared into the kitchen. Tarquin wasted no time—he led the boys upstairs to the study.

Truth was, he wanted soup just to give her something to do. The business about the eighth-generation virus… he didn’t want her worrying about that.

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