Midnight Rendezvous

When the cars drew up escorting his Woman, it was past midnight.

Marcella smiled as she stepped out daintily. She felt like she was in a reverse Cinderella situation!

And then, her breath caught as she saw him.

Illuminated by the lights on the porch, there stood her big, muscular husband. He was dressed in a charcoal grey formal suit, a tumbler in his hands, his men about him hovering discreetly.