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Neil. He’d managed to get it out of the house undetected and he’d get it back in the same way. Nobody would be the wiser.
    â€œNo eating this one,” he told Chica, showing it to her. “It’s not ours.”
    She yawned and settled down next to him on the couch.
    This story had a contemporary setting, and it didn’t take long for him to get involved in the plot. Although the hero and heroine were hot for each other, something was standing in the way of their love—the business. Her family used to own it but now she only ran it. And the tycoon wanted to sell it out from under her.
    As Jonathan read, he made notes on his iPad, treating the novel as if it were a college textbook, the same as he’d done with the other book he’d read. This particular hero seemed to have an overabundance of testosterone. He was strong and forceful, and while he and the heroine clashed—a lot—she seemed to appreciate that forcefulness. So, women wanted a man who was forceful, a take-charge kind of guy.
    Jonathan added that attribute to the list he’d started. Forceful, take-charge. He could be forceful. Maybe.
    * * *
    Adam returned from his Alaskan adventure late Sunday night to make a shocking discovery. His key didn’t work in the lock. He wasn’t dreaming and he wasn’t drunk. This was the right house. His house. But his key didn’t work. Even finding the lock had been a pain since his wife hadn’t left the porch light on. What the hell?
    He rang the doorbell.
    No one came.
    He rang again.
    Still no one.
    Chelsea’s car was there. What was going on? “Chels,” he called. “Chelsea?”
    Finally the entry hall light went on and he saw the shadow of a slim body on the other side of the frosted glass panel. She must have fallen asleep.
    That in itself was odd. She always waited up for him.
    Now she was at the door but it didn’t open. And the porch light stayed off, leaving him standing there in the dark.
    Her voice drifted out to him, muffled and distant. “Go away, Adam.”
    What? “Let me in. My key won’t work.”
    â€œIt won’t work because I had the locks changed,” said the voice.
    Maybe he was dreaming, after all. Or she was joking. “Okay, babe, you’ve had your laugh. Now open up.”
    Instead of opening the door, she turned off the entry light and disappeared. “Chels!” He banged on the door. “This isn’t funny anymore. Open up.”
    One neighbor was two wooded lots away and whoever had purchased the house next door hadn’t moved in yet. Still, he caught himself checking over his shoulder to see if anyone had heard. He felt like a fool standing there, demanding entrance into his own house. Changing the locks, that wasn’t even legal. But what was he going to do, call the cops? He’d wind up sleeping on the couch for the rest of his life.
    This was nuts. He took out his cell phone and dialed her.
    â€œWhat?” she answered.
    What, indeed? Who was this snappish woman?
    â€œDo you mind telling me what’s going on?” he asked.
    An upstairs light went on and a window opened. Their bedroom. For a moment he saw her face, framed by the bedroom light. Chelsea had long, chestnut hair, big hazel eyes and Angelina Jolie lips. The lips weren’t smiling.
    She held a box wrapped in white paper and tied with a pink ribbon. He recognized that box. And now she was going to... Oh, no. That was breakable. “Don’t—” he began.
    Too late. She dropped it. The box landed with a crunch. So much for the candy dish the clerk at Mountain Treasures had convinced him to buy.
    His wife had lost her mind. “What are you doing? ”
    A moment later, something else came fluttering down, like a poorly designed paper airplane—the card that went with the box.
    â€œAll right,” he said into the cell phone. “What was that all