“Can I speak to my husband?”
“He’s indisposed at the moment.” Her low laugh might do something for the male species, but it pisses me the fuck off.
“You do realize I’m fully armed and live less than a mile away?”
She turns her head off-axis to the mic and shouts, “Sebastian, it’s your partner.”
A few minutes later, Sud’s voice sounds in my ear. “Sugar?”
“She better not have touched you again or I will shoot her.”
He chuckles and whispers, “You’re damn cute when you’re jealous.”
“While that may or may not be true, it’s not the reason I called. I’m sending you a link. Pull it up on your laptop and read your client’s face as she watches.
“Shit. Give me a moment.” Muffled voices speak, then I hear a cry of anguish that could not be faked.
“Really Sam? You’re better than this.” My husband’s scolding is totally unwarranted.
