She was a woman with everything except the one thing she really wanted: an attentive husband, in tune with her needs.
Akiva grinned wryly, piled his plate with an assortment of cheeses and Israeli salad, and waited for an individual pan of fresh shakshuka.
The hotel breakfast hype was real and Akiva appreciated that in a program. Libby wasn’t coming down; she was tired and had requested he bring a plate up for her and the kids. He was just making them portions when he heard the unmistakable sound of Menashe hissing from behind a Greek pillar.
“Because I can’t! I told my father I’d make these calls. Dassi, just drop it, okay? It’s speedboating, not our wedding anniversary.”
Akiva winced and waited a beat before casually walking around the pillar. Menashe was nowhere to be seen but he spied his sister-in-law, white-faced and drawn. He thought of Libby, practically hyper in full vacation mode, tan and chilled.
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