She pulled out a navy-blue jumpsuit from the closet. It had an empire waist, and she thought she might still be able to fit into it. She stepped through the pant legs, then the armholes, and then zipped it. Now she remembered why she rarely wore it. It was a production when you had to go to the bathroom. Why didn’t designers make them with . . . ? With what? Velcro? Or maybe stretchy straps so you could pull it down instead of having to unzip it and practically disrobe. This would be the jumpsuit’s farewell performance. She looked in the mirror. It looked great on her. No baby bump yet. She still had maybe two more months before she started to really show.

Her hair was now down to her chin, so she tucked one side behind her ear. She donned a nice pair of costume-jewelry earrings. Nothing flashy. Just enough to draw attention to her face and her pretty eyes. She added just a touch more makeup than usual. She took another look in the mirror. Maybe there was hope for her yet.

She’d grabbed her purse, keys, and phone and started on her way to Ringo’s when a burst of panic hit her. What if he got mad that she had showed up at “his” place? Would it be embarrassing to his friends? She stopped and calmed herself. Walk in with a smile and say hello to everyone as if you belonged there. His coworkers liked her, so they would probably be glad to see her. Maybe not glad, but they wouldn’t be annoyed. Men generally liked to look at pretty women. And vice versa. Women liked to look at handsome men. It’s just that women rarely said it out loud.

Tori parked the car and walked toward the outer door. It was an enclosed porch entrance with an interior window that looked into the bar. As she swung open the screen door, she spotted her husband through the glass. She also spotted a rather sleazy-looking woman hanging on him like a Christmas ornament. Tori froze in place. She watched the woman playing with her husband’s hair, and he wasn’t doing anything to dissuade her. She moved to the side of the window where she could still watch in shock but not be seen by the people inside. She pulled out her phone and sent him a text to see what he would say.

Hey. Any idea when you’ll be home?