The Man She Married

by Ann DeFee

• ISBN13: 9780373752522
• ISBN10: 0373752520
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2009-02-10
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

After more than twenty years, Clay Walker still looks like the sexy surfer dude Maizie married. But lately their relationship has been getting a little stale. It's time to shake things up and get the old juices goin'. Maizie's solution? Some harmless flirting with the studly new tennis pro to make Clay pea-green jealous.But when the plan backfires--and Clay moves out--Maizie and her gal pals mount an all-out campaign to win him back.Between her aiding and abetting mother, a potentially dangerous admirer and one unforgettable karaoke serenade, this Southern belle needs nothing short of a miracle. The one constant is her enduring passion for Clay. Can Maizie find what she's looking for without losing the only man she's ever loved?

Excerpts

"Do these jeans make my butt look fat?" Mary Stuart "Maizie" Walkerrealizedshe was asking a no-win question. And she knew she was being unfair--honestly she did--but the devil on her shoulder kept poking her.Clay, her husband of twenty-two years, glanced up from the paper. The expression on his was face was classic "deer in the headlights." It was so typical it was almost humorous, and that partially explained why Maizie was going out of her way to shake up their "we've been married forever" life. She was determined to inject some rockin' and rollin' into their intimacy.Intellectually she recognized she was in the middle of an empty-nest crisis. Hannah, her baby, was a freshman at Emory University in Atlanta. And although the school was only fifty miles from Magnolia Bluffs, she was missing her daughter like crazy. Okay, she wasn't being rational, but who could blame her?"Uh, well, uh." Clay threw up his hands. "What do you want me to say? Lately, I can't seem to get it right. I feel like I've walked into the middle of a pop quiz and I didn't even know I wasinschool."Poor Clay. Maizie had loved him her entire adult life, and a good portion of her adolescence. That love hadn't changed, so why was she being such a shrew? Lord love a duck, was she going into early menopause? Or was she merely losing her mind? For months there had been this pervasive sense of dissatisfaction that she couldn't seem to shake.Stop it right this minute! She had a wonderful life and it was time to get a grip."No answer?" Clay asked before giving her the same sexy wink she'd fallen for in the sixth grade."No," Maizie admitted. She sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry. I'm just feeling funky."Clay nestled her against his chest. "I know, baby. I know."And he probably did. Over the years they'd achieved a Spocklike mind meld. Besides completing each other's sentences, they were also able to communicate without saying a word.Clay nuzzled her neck, paying special attention to her favorite erogenous zone behind her ear. When he did that Maizie couldn't help but melt into a puddle of lust.He was a laid-back kind of guy with a quirky sense of humor, which was only one of the many things she loved about him. Clay had the same twinkly blue eyes and shaggy blond hair that had caught Maizie's attention in elementary school. Way back when he thought a spit wad attack was foreplay. Thank goodness his technique had improved since then."I don't have to be at the shop until ten." Maizie tried her best flirtatious smile. "Do you think you could stick around for a while?"Clay gave her neck one last nibble. "Oh, honey, I wish I could. Honest to God I do. But I have an important meeting with the Department of Transportation people." Clay and his partner, Harvey, owned Magnolia Bluff's premier engineering firm. "I can't miss it." He kissed the end of her nose. "I'll make it up to you, I promise.""No big deal," Maizie said as she jumped up and sashayed out of the room.Clay watched Maizie walk away. Despite what she said, he knew itwasa big deal. He was a smart guy and he'd been married long enough to recognize high dudgeon when he saw it. Lately he seemed to be screwing up all the time. Everything he tried blew up in his face, especially when it came to his wife, the sexiest, funniest, most appealing woman he'd ever met.Maizie reminded him of a 1950s movie star--a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Pamela Anderson, sans surgical enhancements. She griped about the few pounds she'd gained, but as far as Clay was concerned her curves were perfect.Straying had never entered his mind. His theory was why go out for chicken nuggets when you had cordon bleu at home, but lately, whew! The trouble had started when Hannah left for college and the situation was rapidly going downhill.Maizie was the owner/operator of Miss Scarlett's Boudoir. Her boutique was the emporium