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show, believing that woman should be modest when they were in the public eye. God didn’t intend for women to ooze sexuality for anyone but their husbands.  She had reasoned with him that she wouldn’t be dressed in one of those costumes; she would only be coordinating the fund raiser. This had finally helped Jacob relax.
    Oh, come on girl, chided Inner Diva. You should be in the show. You know you want to be able to express yourself that way! Ellie almost jumped at the shock of hearing this thought.  It seemed to come from within the very core of her being. In the last few weeks the inner sarcastic, spunky Goddess of her youth seemed to have awoken from her long slumber. 
    " Oh Ellie, stop wasting time," she said out loud. "You have things to do!" 
    Ellie often talked to herself when she was stressed about something, or when it seemed to be the more responsible choice to drown out her rebellious side.
    She headed back to the living room. There wasn't much time before Jacob got home, and there was still so much to figure out for the show. She had already pre-sold hundreds of tickets, and the event had been the talk of Logan last year. The Sheriff had made a big splash by taking home the Librarian in a very public way. She was confident more tickets would be sold. After all, everyone in Logan wanted to witness the next big scandal!
    Ellie had already arranged the caterer, lined up a singer and a DJ, and planned most of the decorations. The City Hall had graciously donated its space, and now she needed to turn her attention to the finishing touches on the menu. 
    "Menu! Oh Crap,” she said.. She scrambled to the kitchen, remembering that Jacob would be home soon and there was so much to do before he arrived. She crammed all her fund-raising documents into a folder, shoved that into a drawer, touched up her makeup and hair, and then headed to the kitchen.
     
    As the steak strips browned in the pan for fajitas, Ellie looked around the kitchen, picturing a highchair at the end of the wood plank farm table.
    She thought once again of the pregnancy test she had taken last week. Another negative. Jacob had done his best to hide his disappointment and comfort her, but it was obvious he was running out of patience. When they had married a few years ago, he talked incessantly about having a son. Every night, they held hands and Jacob led them in a prayer of gratitude for all they had and a request to bless them with a child.
    "Jacob," Ellie sighed, as she plopped the meat onto the other side to brown and searched the antique hutch for-seasoning. Fajitas were one of his favorite dishes. Ellie hoped it would ease his pain, if only for a couple hours. 
    She decided that a night of romance may be just what he needs to release his tension. He had always been a very sensual man.
    When it comes to Jacob, sex heals, she thought to herself. Yes, I will romance him tonight.
    Luckily, fajitas don't take long to make. Once the dish was ready she set the table, lit candles, tidied the kitchen, and carefully placed the food in a warmer. She chose the dining room table for tonight’s dinner rather than their usual spot in the eat-in kitchen. The dining room had a romantic feel, with the big picture window and old oak table.
    Ellie took one last look around her home before she headed to her room to prepare herself for the evening. The wood stove in the living room was still burning; the fire wouldn’t need to be fed for another hour. She had already fixed the pillows and throw on the leather couch.
    A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over Ellie as she took in this farm house. It had been given to Jacob when they announced their engagement. He had spent the next six months remodeling the inside with all the modern conveniences; a beautiful double oven and granite countertops in the kitchen, hand hewn wood floors, and custom doors.
    We have really made a home for ourselves here, she thought.
    She left a love note for him at the front door,