|About the Book|
How Do You Feel, My Love?Tina knew her first wedding anniversary was drawing near. Even if she’d somehow forgotten, her best friend Lottie would never have let the oversight pass without being remedied. One evening after Tina closed up herMoreHow Do You Feel, My Love?Tina knew her first wedding anniversary was drawing near. Even if she’d somehow forgotten, her best friend Lottie would never have let the oversight pass without being remedied. One evening after Tina closed up her restaurant and her husband went out with his friends for a drink, Lottie came by and sat with her, dropping hint after hint about the gift she was going to give the couple while Tina smiled, nodded now and then, but generally paid more attention to balancing her books than to Lottie’s words.After a while, though, she couldn’t focus on that familiar task. These days, something about the relationship between her and her husband kept nagging at her, eating at the walls of her composure, and making her feel inexplicable dread at the oddest moments.She’d begun to suspect that something was going on with her husband—quite unfairly, she knew, because Lucus was still as attentive, still as playful, and still as loving towards her. That was why she hadn’t told anyone about this, not even Lottie. She could not have explained how she sensed that something was not right beneath the surface, nor could she have pinpointed what that something was.And the most difficult part of all? Tina—the ultimate pragmatist, the no-nonsense woman, the just-get-it-done person—was far too afraid to confront Lucus about it. She could not, for the life of her, ask if she was making him unhappy about something. Simply because… well… what if he answers that she was making him unhappy about everything? What if he says that he’s had enough of her and wanted to leave?“Tia?” Lottie broke in to Tina’s escalating gloom. “What is the matter, sweetheart?”“Charlotte…” Tina began, finally finding it within herself to try and tell Lottie, at least. “It may be nothing,” she said haltingly, “but even after a year, I don’t think… I haven’t quite gotten the hang of marriage yet.” Tina tried, but she could not explain things any better.But there was no need for her to elaborate it seemed—she and Lottie had not been best friends since childhood for nothing. “I knew it!” said Lottie, with a mix of sadness and triumph. “I knew my choice of gift for your anniversary was right on the mark. You can stop worrying now, honey, I have just the solution you need…”Sometime later, Tina stepped out of a cab and looked at the splendor of Paris around her. Yet even through her amazement, she couldn’t shake off her confusion. “I still don’t understand…” she told Lucus as he led her inside the upscale hotel where Lottie had gotten them a reservation. “A second honeymoon?”“Technically, love, this will be our first,” replied Lucus before talking to the concierge about their arrangements.Lottie thinks our problem is that we haven’t had a proper honeymoon yet? Tina thought in disbelief as they were led to their small but luxurious suite.But as if Lucus heard what she was thinking, he told her, “Your friend is a really funny woman. I like the way she thinks.” Once they were alone in their rooms, he looked Tina in the eyes and said enigmatically, “And who knows? She just might be right. This could be something we need.”Immediately, Tina felt panic but tried not to show it. Was that really it? Were all her worries really stemming from the fact that they haven’t been to a real honeymoon, and that therefore—despite the year that passed—their marriage hadn’t truly begun yet?She shook her head in disbelief. No, she loved Lottie to bits, but she couldn’t swallow that reasoning.