Italian sausage for dinner - 1.

Sky Taylor came home tired, heels clicking on the marble, her evening plans already dead. The opera she wanted was canceled because her husband decided to work late. She dropped her coat and found the new Italian housekeeper moving around the kitchen, chopping herbs, sleeves rolled up. She watched him for a moment, then walked closer, speaking in that slow, tired voice. She told him she needed attention. She told him she wanted Italian sausage for dinner tonight.