James Brewman’s wife was a beautiful woman full of life and charm and intelligence. She had a smile that could make any man and most women swoon, and Jim felt a swell of pride in his chest that of all the choices she could have made, she’d chosen him to be her friend, her love, her husband. He was, in his own estimation, a simple man without much fanfare. Average in looks and talent, he was the simple steward of a computer network for a small aircraft manufacturing firm. Like his wife, Eliana, he was an intelligent soul, but what he lacked in charisma and style, she made up for with her overabundance of both, and so much more.