Chapter 67

• Gone is the haute couture. Gone, the immaculately coiffured hair. Gone is the rigid diet. Gone too, were the rock-hard abs she’d developed during their marriage, replaced with the luscious softness he recalled from their early days.
• When he’d completed his daily two hundred lengths, he hauled himself out of the pool. For once, there were no hunger pangs. Everything felt tight inside him, far too tight to eat.
• He grabbed his towel and rubbed it over his hair and face. As he towelled the water from his back, Dianne came out into the morning sunshine and walked over to him, her phone in hand.