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was paid off, he’d been more than ready to head home to a quiet night with his wife, but that’s when he’d spotted Danny as the dumb bastard tried to walk up the stairs instead of using his wheelchair and the damn ramp that they’d built for him.
                Three hours, in the emergency room and a fist fight with the cousins that had seriously fucked up by not keeping an eye on Danny, later and he was finally home and not a moment too soon. He was starving, tired and all he wanted to do was to devour the pot roast that his wife had saved him, curl up behind her in bed and pass out. He just needed some-
                “What the hell?” he said, sniffing the air and nearly groaning when he caught the scent of freshly baked brownies.
                Haley must have sent over brownies, he realized, doing a quick search of the kitchen only to discover that the pot roast that Zoe left for him in the fridge was a sickly green color and there wasn’t a single crumb of brownie to be found.
                Frowning, he sniffed the air again to make sure that it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part and sure enough, he caught the faint scent of fudge brownies. He checked the trash for crumbs or any evidence that there had been brownies in the house today, but the only thing he found was the remains of the rest of the green pot roast. Maybe the kids had devoured the brownies, but no, they knew better than that.
                Sniffing again, he walked into the living room, noting the scent of brownies getting stronger, which was weird as hell since Zoe didn’t allow food outside the kitchen. Wondering if his Bradford senses were failing him at such a young age, he followed the scent all the way up to the second floor where it ended in front of his bedroom door, his closed bedroom door.
                Since they only closed their door when they had sex, Trevor knew something was up. He reached for the doorknob when he heard what sounded like a moan of ecstasy.
                “ Oh, god yes !” he heard his wife moan softly. “Mmmm, that is so goooooood!”
                His eyes narrowed as her moans of pleasure become louder and he knew, just knew that his wife had just betrayed him. Forcing himself to relax, other than a clenched jaw, he shoved the door open. The startled gasp and the way that she rushed to wipe her mouth only confirmed his suspicions that his wife, the woman that he loved and adored had committed the ultimate betrayal.
                She was sneaking food behind his back.
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                “Something wrong, sweetheart?” Trevor asked as he stepped into the room, looking pissed even though he sounded calm.
                She quickly forced herself to swallow the last bite of that delicious brownie, hoping that he didn’t notice the action even as she forced a welcoming smile on her face. “Wrong? No! Why would something be wrong?” she asked a little too quickly as she tried to calm her damn nerves.
                “I see,” Trevor said, shutting the door behind him as he glanced around the room. “Why are you still awake?”
                “I was waiting up for you,” she said, deciding that was as good a lie as any since she’d actually gone to bed three hours ago only to be woken up ten minutes ago with an uncontrollable craving for one of those delicious brownies.
                She’d known that she was risking getting caught, but she hadn’t been able to help it. Since she came home with them over ten hours ago she’d been fighting the urge to try one until finally she hadn’t had the strength to fight it any longer. After she’d double-checked to make sure that Trevor wasn’t home and that the kids and dogs were still asleep, she’d crept back into their bedroom and finally gave in and holy hell, had it been worth the risk of the Bradford