The Watcher Next Door

I've been happily married to Ellis for nineteen years. We have routines. We have traditions. We have a broken gate neither of us ever gets around to fixing. Then our new neighbor moves in. Beau Ellery is charming, handsome, and entirely too easy to flirt with over the backyard fence. It starts with tomatoes, wandering chickens, and harmless conversations. At least, that's what I tell myself. What I don't know is that every smile, every laugh, every lingering glance has an audience. My husband has been watching from our bedroom window. Instead of jealousy, Ellis discovers something neither of us ever expected. Watching another man desire his wife awakens a fantasy neither of us knew we shared. Now the question isn't whether I'll walk through the gate into Beau's backyard. It's whether I'm ready to let my husband watch me do it. Some marriages fall apart when secrets come to light. Ours only gets stronger when we stop hiding them.