Cole, my husband, had a big project due, which meant he receded into his office — not unlike a turtle hiding away in its shell. Typical for Cole, so I wasn’t surprised. But it’s hard for me not to get bored when he does this.

Dinners out, dancing at the club, strolls on the beach, fucking — it all goes on hold until he meets his deadline. That’s the way it’s always been.

So, when I hit the local farmers market in search of produce, I also knew I was in search of something more. Something to feed an entirely different appetite.

The honey guy was set up by the market’s entrance. He leaned against a red vintage truck, and my heart kicked up a notch. He smiled at me, and the muscles in his big arms flexed — and that notch turned into notches.

He stood up... Read More