Red Light Moments
My husband's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he muttered curses at yet another red light. My anxiety started to climb along with his frustration. So I decided it was time for a distraction. "Alright, I fess up," I said. Dane raised a questioning eyebrow as he glanced at me, still grinding his teeth. "I'm in cahoots with the lights. Frankly, Darling, not to criticize, but there's a real smoochie shortage around here so I've arranged for red lights as an opportunity for you to give me more smoochies." Dane smirked and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah?!" "You…