Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

estate office, the brass key currently resting in the zippered pocket of my purse.

He stared at me, his eyes narrowing as he searched my face for any sign of a bluff. He did not find one. My expression remained as flat as the kitchen counter.

“This is a ridiculous game,” he said, turning his back to me to pour his coffee. “We have been married forty continue reading …