Falling for Him (Stories of Serendipity) Read Online Free Page B

the obvious.
    Cool_Hand_Luke:  Well, you learn something new every day.  I'm a breast man, myself.
    Mommee_dearest:  What man isn 't?
    Cool_Hand_Luke:  LOL.  What size are your breast s, if you don't mind me asking?
    Mommee_dearest:  34C
    Cool_Hand_Luke:  Perfect.
     
    Amy needed a break.  This man was getting turned on by what she was saying.  He had a sense of humor, and he wasn't her husband.  What in the hell was she thinking?  She just told a perfect stranger her bra size.  Ugh…
    Amy decided to immerse herself in house work the rest of the day.  She had no business flirting with a guy online.  Never mind the fact that he seemed to like her.  He knew nothing about her, really.  And she didn't know anything about him, except he's married.
    While she vacuumed, her thoughts were consumed with her betrayal.  She was flirting with this guy, and he was making her all hot and bothered by his interest in her.
    When was the last time Bryan had shown that much interest?  She thought long and hard about that one.  It had to be at least ten years ago, when Brad was a baby.  He'd told her she was beautiful, the mother of his children.  He'd seemed to be so proud of his family then, and he'd wanted her.  But she'd been so sleep-deprived.  Brad hadn't slept through the night once until he was almost three years old, and Amy had rebuffed Bryan so many times when he'd wanted sex that eventually he'd stopped asking.  They'd had sex since then, but it had always been frantic pawings while the kids were distracted, or exhausted duties after they'd gone to bed. 
    And this Cool_Hand_Luke guy was married, too.  What was she thinking?  Not only was she blatantly flirting, but it was with a married man!
     
    That night, at the dinner table, Amy's family complimented her choice of recipe for the evening, chicken Florentine.  She was proud that she'd managed to put together a meal that everybody liked again. 
    "Honey, this is really good.  Is this one of your new recipes?"  Bryan asked her around a mouthful of pasta, and she fairly glowed under his praise.
    "Yes, I'm glad you guys like it.  How was your day, honey?"  She asked Bryan, whose focus was on his plate.
    "About like every other day, I guess."  He shrugged, as he finished his last bite of chicken.  "I'm going to my cave, if anybody needs me."  Pushing himself back from his spot at the table, Bryan left without another word.
    Amy looked at Ashley and Brad, who were still eating.  "So, this is a keeper?  I can add this one to my repertoire?"
    Brad nodded eagerly, and Ashley responded with a half-hearted shrug, but she continued eating.  Amy took that as a yes.  When everyone had finished, she gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Ashley and Brad went to their rooms to do homework.
    Running the hot water in the sink, Amy took a minute to wonder how her life had come to this.  When she’d first married Bryan, she’d been so young.  She honestly thought that being his wife and the mother of his children would make her happy.  And for a while, it had.  She had no idea when that had changed, or she had changed, but now she craved something more.  She didn’t even feel like Bryan’s wife anymore.  She felt like his housekeeper.  She wanted an identity of her own, but had no idea how to go about achieving that. 
    Deciding to let the dishes soak in the sink, Amy mixed a drink for her and Bryan and ventured toward the garage.  A few years back, he had transformed the garage into his "man-cave" adding a TV, computer, some old garage sale recliners, and a dart board.  Occasionally, he invited friends over to watch a ball game or something, but mostly it was just where he went when he wanted some time alone.
    Amy knocked on the door before entering and saw him at his computer.  He looked up, and guilt shadowed his features before he clicked his mouse, probably minimizing a screen and turned to her.
    "Hey, what's