“Closed”

Dwayne pulled up in front of the Glen Times office and got out of his truck. He’d had a great day so far, starting with a reconciliation with Abby and ending with buying them the perfect house to live in. Now he hoped the evening would prove to be even more incredible once he picked his wife up from work and carried out the next part of his plans.

The place was dark and the closed sign hung in the window. Trying the front door, he frowned. “Now where in the world has that wife of mine gotten off to, anyway?” he said out loud to himself, peering through the side window.

“Shit,” he mumbled, as he headed back to his truck and sat rubbing his head. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. No answer.

He had a feeling he knew exactly where she’d gone, but hoped he wasn’t right in his thinking. He didn’t want to drive all the way to Coff’s just to find out he’d been wrong, that Abby hadn’t gone there to visit that stupid grease-monkey at the hospital. Putting the truck into gear, Dwayne peeled out of the drive and headed down the road towards the inn, hoping to find Abby there waiting for him.

TBC...