The Good Wife by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter [Porter, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9780425253670
Google: 1FwhRnfsBvgC
Amazon: 0425253678
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2013-09-02T23:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Sarah flew back to Tampa late Sunday night, unable to process the fact that she was returning to put her and Boone’s house on the market.

She was returning to move.

Crazy. Crazy how fast things changed.

She’d been married to a professional baseball player for a long time. She knew trades happened. Knew players got cut from the team and injured. Change was part of the business as teams worked hard to stay competitive, but Tampa had become her home. She’d been happy there. The kids had friends. She had friends.

And now it was time to pack up and leave.

Arriving back home, Sarah struggled to wrap her head around the news. She walked around the house, taking in the high ceilings and big heavy beams, the beautiful tiled floor, the stucco walls. It was a Spanish-inspired house, on a cul-de-sac of similar homes, but they were all spacious and luxurious with big yards and large, colorful play structures for kids in the back.

Strange to think that Boone would never return here. He’d never sleep in this house again, or eat dinner at the table, or bump up against her in the kitchen, his lips on her nape, his hand against her breast. And just knowing that Boone was done, gone, changed the place for her.

Although she arrived home late, Sarah was up early to get the kids off to school. She made her coffee extra strong and broke the news that they were moving as she drove the kids to school.

Ella cried.

Brennan appeared indifferent. “That’s fine,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t have many friends here anyway.”

“What about the Neeleys?” Sarah asked, referring to Alyssa and Jeff’s boys. “I thought you were friends with them?”

“That’s different,” he answered. “I do like them.”

Back home, Sarah put in a call to the realtor who had sold them the house four years before. He promised to get the house in the system by the end of the day.

“Are you ready to start showing?” the realtor asked.

“We will be.”

They discussed the price, the market, and Sarah and Boone’s expectations. Sarah didn’t need to talk to Boone. She was accustomed to handling real estate decisions and managing their moves. “Price aggressively,” she said. “School is over just three weeks from now, and once the kids are out, I’ll want to get us out of here to join Boone on the West Coast.”

* * *

Sarah texted Boone after hanging up with the agent. House will be in the system by closing today. Open house scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. How are things going for you?

He didn’t answer. She kept checking her phone, trying not to be frustrated. Here she was, trying to handle stuff here. The least he could do was check in.

Then she looked up the A’s schedule, saw that Oakland was down in Southern California to play the Angels, and drew a deep breath, understanding.

It was only seven thirty there. Boone was still in bed, sleeping.

Sarah studied the schedule, becoming familiar with it. Boone was in

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