RICHARD kissed his wife goodbye at the front door.
“Have a good one, Lesedi, love. Good luck with the mayor. If anyone can force the truth out of him, you can!”
Lesedi was in her journalist’s clothes – straight black skirt, no-nonsense tailored jacket, white shirt buttoned up to the neck. Richard had a sudden urge to undo those buttons. He always found his wife extra sexy when she was in her crusader-for-truth mode.
He fought the urge – time enough for that once Lesedi got back home tonight, once little Lita was tucked in.
So instead he said, “Did I ever tell you how awesome you are?”
And yes, he was in awe of his wife and her dedication to the truth. For Richard, the truth wasn’t such a…