A Spooky Legacy (The Spectral Files, #5)

by S.E. Harmon

And the maniacal laugh, my hands upraised in claws, while my husband talked about divorce statistics loudly.

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He also seemed extremely interested in my candy consumption. “Do you have any more of those?” “No,” I said quickly. The four in my pockets were certainly melty by now, and I wouldn’t give substandard candy to the love of my life. I couldn’t possibly.

🤣

I suddenly found myself with a lot of free time. So what’s a guy to do? Twiddle his thumbs? Watch TV? Tackle any one of the dozen household chores building up? All of those options—especially the last one—went under the category of Nah. And a subheading of Get Real.

😄

Her shoulders slumped, probably because I’d let my side of the proverbial Free Lewis banner droop.

😁

I sent him a dirty look because he wasn’t that cute, and he needed to know it.

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