My hubby, who never reads books, surprised me last night. He told me he'd read part of the book I was reading. (I have three that I'm reading at the moment.) I asked him which one, and he responded the one on the coffee table.
"Oh, you mean A SOLDIER'S PROMISE." (by Cheryl Wyatt, Steeple Hill Love Inspired)
He said, "Yeah. The one where the soldier gets the girl, Amber, to skydive with him. I started to read a page and wound up reading about six or seven."
"Stop!" I held up my hand. "I didn't read that part! Where did you start reading?"
"I opened it to where your bookmark was and started reading from there."
My hubby is notorious for telling me the good parts and the ending of a movie before I get a chance to see it. So I guess I now have to worry about my books, too!
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