Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

seven and nine. Cautious. Scared, yet pressing forward

anyway. Sweet in her own way. The Giana who cooks roasts

and tackles me on the stairs and asks me to spend the night.”

“Fuck,” Giana cursed, her shoulders bowing in under the

weight of those words. Of the thousand lifetimes it felt like

she’d lived, an ancient soul in a haunted body. “There used to

be something in me. Something like that. I haven’t felt it in a

long time. Not until you.”

Coralyn nodded. “People might think you’re closed off and

that you have no heart, but I know you do. Not all things can

be made right, but some of them can, and the rest, maybe they

can be glued messily. So, with that long-winded speech at

seven in the morning, am I going to get ready for work while

you go on your way to your office, or am I calling in sick and

probably going to get fired?”

“But if you get fired—”

“Then I guess I’ll have no choice but to come work for

you.”

Giana nearly let out a shout of joy, and how crazy would

that look, standing out in the hallway as she was. “Oh look. An

emergency meeting just came up for me out of office. Give me

a minute while I send an email to my secretary telling her how

to handle it.”

Coralyn rolled her eyes, but her smile was wide and joyful.

“Do it from inside. Do you like eggs?”

“What kind of eggs?”

“The only eggs there are. Scrambled, with cheese and hot

sauce.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Yes, but you love dangerous.”