that will never know the intimate touch of their husband. The grooms were thrilled to know that their life of confinement had a sliver of light and normalcy. All was right in the world. How well did the brides know the grooms? As well as can be expected with phone calls and a two hour visit once per week. So here is where my story took root. What happens when the prisoner is paroled? The relationship was built on separation. What if the wife preferred it that way....
Everything in Gretchen Booker’s life was as she wanted it. A husband on her terms. Companionship without physical contact. That’s why she married a lifer. Who would’ve thought it would all come to an end after only ten years?
Life on the outside is not as Landon Booker expected. But how can he make a future for himself beyond prison walls when the woman who is supposed to love him wants to see him sent back to the penitentiary.
Crystal Evans isn’t a home wrecker. Landon needs a friend…someone who can help protect him from his conspiring wife. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan.
Yet vows betrayed leave all three with something to lose—Crystal her heart, Landon his freedom, and Gretchen the life she had before.
Landon Booker glanced over his shoulder to his cellmate.
Jesse inhaled deeply, sucking a piece of paper flush against his nose and mouth. “My old lady walks around for a day with my letter in her panties before she mails it.”
Landon laughed at his friend. “A pleasure, I’m sure, but one to keep for yourself.”
Jesse lay down on the bottom bunk and balanced the letter on his face. “Trude’s coming up today. How about your old lady? She gonna make it?”
“I hope so.” Landon closed the envelope containing an anniversary card but didn’t seal it. “Ten years this Friday.” He’d made plenty of mistakes in his life. Making prison his residence had been the biggest. Placing a personal ad that found Gretchen had been the best. Ten years together in every way except one; the state penitentiary didn’t allow conjugal visits.
“Ten years.” Jesse shook his head in disbelief. “Long time to go without gettin’ laid.” He leaned up on his elbow. “You sure you don’t wanna sniff.” He held the letter out. “You’re serving life, dude, just like me. Better take what you can get.”
“Jesse, I’m not visiting with my wife after I’ve scratched and sniffed your letter.” He stood, leaving the card on the metal shelf bolted to the wall of their eight by twelve prison cell. “Visiting isn’t for a couple of hours. Want to play chess?”
Jesse tucked the letter safely under his pillow before joining Landon. “Maybe I’ll beat you today.”
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