His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius

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as I carried my duffel bag down the sweeping staircase. The

rs, stepped out of the lower gallery holding a clipboard. When she saw me dressed in

, adjusting her apron. "Are you

id, keeping my tone level. "Yes. I

pulled out the manila envelope con

s down for breakfast," I told her, placing the en

the bold script reading "Decl

ormal courtesy. "I will give it to him

verything, Mrs.

ng air was biting, carrying the sharp chill of the Atlantic. My yellow cab w

at, closed the door, an

al 5," I tol

the Hartford townhouse shrinking in th

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pounded behind my templ

ere I had crashed after the party died down around three. I dragged myse

messages from league executives praising the team's med

n. The press is eating

xt I had sent Aurelia

rep

ssing the phone onto the unma

the team conflicted with her domestic expectations. She was brilliant with dietary spreadsh

ulled on a fresh navy suit and crisp white

y vacuuming the carpets and p

entry hall, holding a silver tray with my

said. "Mrs. Hartford left this for

ee cup, frowning. "She di

had an early c

d. I lifted the flap with my thumb, about to pull out the

displayed Sl

ately, bringing t

ust reached out. They want the Hartford Foundation to co-sponsor the keynote panel on athlete long

right now," I said, walking

console table in the foyer, letting it land squarely atop a growing pil

e from the bench. "If your predictive model delivers the kind of injury reductions you

urred. "This is going to put our team a

boardroom at ten," I

e waiting town car, and slammed the door shut beh