“What’s that beautiful wife of yours doing?” Sebastian asks, quirking a brow in my direction.
“Keep your eyes to yourself,” I warn him.
“Just saying how it is, man,” Sebastain slaps his knees, “You definitely married up.”
This fucker.
“If you must know, she’s at the hotel. She wanted to go back to work.”
“To get away from you,” Sebastian laughs, “How’s the new shoes?”
I shake my head, I should never have told him about the damn ketchup in the shoes. Killian and Dean look at me curiously and before I can tell them not to bother asking, Sebastian goes ahead and tells them.
“She put ketchup in the boss’s Prada’s.” He laughs boisterously, “He then put them on!”
Killian laughs while his brother does the sensiblething andtriesto contain it. He fails but at least he tried.
“She put salt in his coffee the day before that,” Sebastian tells them like it’s school gossip on the playground.
“Looking more like Bast is gonna win this bet,” Dean chuckles.
I shake my head and don’t say a word since I can’t tell him he’s wrong.
“So, what did she do to you today?” Killian asks, “Since fucking with you seems to be a theme.”
“I’m almost scared to find out,” I get up from behind the desk, “I haven’t checked out our bedroom yet but everything else seems to be clear. Maybe she skipped a day.”
She did not, in fact, skip a day.
I pull the shirt out and then the next and the next finding every single one is missing all of their buttons.
It’s so absurd I can’t help but laugh.
I’m still in a towel, fresh out the shower, my hands on my hips as I stare at her handiwork when she breezes into the bedroom, a grin on her face and a light in her eyes that wasn’t there this morning. It almost puts me on edge wondering who put that smile there.
“Where have you been?” I growl.
She stops abruptly, her eyes widening, “Excuse me?” She snaps back, “Just who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
Shit.
“You’ve been gone all day,” I try again.
Her eyes glance to the pile of shirts on the bed before they bounce back to me, “And?”
Yeah, I had nothing.
“Besides, you know where I’ve been since you had your guard dog wait for me outsideall day.”
That’s true. He’d checked in a few times, just letting me know Olivia was still at the hotel.
“You’re smiling,” I point out.
Her brows knot in confusion, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Fuck if I know. I don’t say that to her though.
“Your handiwork?” I point to the shirts.
