Tamed by Father in Law (2)

I came home from my studio and immediately settled into a nice hot bath with a glass of wine. Then I put on my comfy sweats and an old T-shirt of Joshua's that I loved and ordered the pizza. I was on my third glass of wine when I spread myself out on the couch in front of my drawing pencils and sketch book and pressed play on the DVD, hoping that the god-awful fashions of the eighties would inspire me to come up with some great designs. I was all set to work when the doorbell rang. "Damn," I muttered, and went to answer it. Thinking it was the pizza guy, I grabbed my purse, hoping I had enough cash for a good tip, since it was a whole fifteen minutes sooner than they'd told me on the phone. I swung open the door and was shocked to see my father-in-law. "Josh!" I cried. "T-this is a surprise." That was an understatement. I could literally count on one hand the number of times Josh had come to our townhouse in the six years Joshua and I had been married, and it occurred to me that in all