The doorbell rang at Noelle and Ryan’s place, but the only person it disturbed was Noelle. She went to answer it, and cracked the door open just a tiny bit.
“Patrick.” Noelle had a look of surprise on her face. “Come in.” She took his scarf and coat and placed them on the coat rack in the corner. She placed her index finger to her lips. “Shhh. Jolie’s asleep, so we have to be quiet. What brings you here?”
“I just wanted to thank you for the testimony you gave at my parole hearing,” he said. “I didn’t think you would come through for me.”
“I can forgive you,” Noelle responded, “but I can’t forget about what you did all those years ago.”
“Please,” Patrick put his arms around her waist. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m sorry, Patrick. I’m a married woman now, with two children.”
He leaned to kiss her, and just then, Ryan walked in.
“Hello, Patrick,” Ryan said. “Just what do you think you’re doing with my wife?”