At 53 I’ve made my share of mistakes, not least hurting the fine woman I was married to for 19-plus years.

During one of our down times, I ran into a petite blonde girl at lunch — very pretty and very petite — and was so taken by her, I went over to talk to her. She knew who I was, and I found out quickly why — she worked for my wife! Kate’s family owned half the town, and she was chairman of the family holding company, and my little blonde was an executive at one of the companies it owned. I vaguely recalled seeing her once when I was in the office, which wasn’t often.

Tracey (as I’ll call her) had the sexiest smile you’ve ever seen, and we both knew at once that we had some special chemistry. But we didn’t act on it, and over several years became good... Read More