A Love Most Fatal (Morelli Family, #1)

by Kath Richards

Foreign women are fine, but God forbid they be from the homeland.

And for what, to preserve his ego? It’s laughable.

I look great. It’s the best button-up shirt that I own, it’s got tiny little stripes on it.

As if her face isn’t already perfect, she needed to have a dimple. Sure.

Vanessa is hot, like stupid hot. She is hotter than me, I am aware. I would probably have to be an Avenger, or a fucking vampire to be as hot as she is.

She’d sent back a “Haha” and I overanalyzed it for an hour.

I like listening to her speak, holding my breath as she thinks before she answers a question.

My mind paints a very clear fantasy, unbidden, in which Vanessa and I live in domestic bliss. I’ve quit my job, just for a few years, just until the youngest is in pre-school, and Vanessa runs the world all day before she comes home to be with me and our two babies. After the children are asleep, after a delicious dinner I made, unless we ordered in, we make love and in fact make another baby, a third, a girl who we name Vanessa Jr. She has my nose. I think there is something wrong with me.

“Stop looking impressed, that is not impressive, Jenna. She’s probably a sociopath.” “Yeah, no, sure, you’re right, go on.”