Prologue

Paul Carrack wrote a song many years ago made popular by his band of that era, ACE. The song is still played regularly by oldies stations and is loved by many. The question is also the centerpiece of many destroyed relationships through the years. This is where my story begins.

My husband is Lieutenant Allen Roberts with the Robbery/Homicide Unit of our local Police Department. He’s been with the Department for 15 years. He’s 41 years old, 6’3”, and 220lbs of muscle. He works out regularly which is a requirement in today’s law enforcement environment.

I’m Jan Roberts, Allen’s wife of 8 years. We began dating in our senior year of high school. He was in love but I had bigger plans in mind and a relationship just didn’t fit into them. We were separated after graduating we went our separate ways as far as our education went. His family was middle class which required him to attend local college on grants and loans while my family was very well off if not down right filthy rich. He earned a Bachelors Degree in Criminal Justice while I soared with eagles obtaining an MBA in International Business Law and Business from a very prestigious university.

I rose through the ranks to become Senior Vice President of Operations for my worldwide employer. I’m thirty-nine years old and considered very attractive so I’m told by the opposite sex. I have jet black hair, blue eyes and a God given body that seems to never age. We want kids ... I guess I should say, he want kids ... not so sure about me. Seems my high flying profession is not indicative of a family life at this time.