I raise a brow to Len who’s at his post at the door.
He holds up his hands. “It seemed harmless. I didn’t see anything when I walked through, and I did a thorough inspection.”
I nod. “Thanks.”
“I’d have tried to stop them, but your wife is deadly with her gun.”
My lips twitch. “She does me proud. Fear is a good thing. She shows no mercy.”
Len nods, his eyes wide. He’s afraid of her. Most of the men here are. That’s good. They’ll treat her with the respect she deserves—the respect she’s earned.
I open the door, and everything looks the same.
“Fee?” I call out as I make my way through the entryway.
“In here!” she replies, her voice coming from somewhere down the hall. I find her in our bedroom. She’s strumming her guitar and writing things down. She normally does this in the den.
“I heard you had visitors,” I prod, hanging up my suit jacket.
She nods, smiling. “Xan and Megs came over.”
I hang up my tie and place my shoes in their spot in the closet. If I didn’t, Sera would point, scowl, then do it for me. I’ll skip the pointing and scowling.
“I’m going to run the jacuzzi,” I inform her, stepping into the bathroom and turning on the water. It’s a large tub with a lot of jets. I remodeled this house with Sera in mind. I do everything with her in mind.
“Did you have a rough day?” she questions, following me into the bathroom, hopping up and sitting on the counter. She motions for me to come to her, so I do. She begins unbuttoning my shirt. I love it when she takes care of me. I don’t need it often, but today is one of those days.
“Yeah. The members of Still Water are a bunch of self-entitled pricks.”
Fee frowns. “Already? They haven’t even hit the charts yet.”
I nod. “That is what I said.”
“What did they say?” she asks, now unbuckling my belt.
“That they would soon.”
She looks up at me, pushing the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, resting it on the laundry hamper.
“Granted, they have talent, but still. That’s never guaranteed.”
“Again, that’s what I said.”
I strip off my pants and boxer briefs, then my socks. I turn on the jets in the tub and get in, leaning back and closing my eyes as Sera slips from the room.
When she returns a few minutes later, she’s got a glass of scotch for me.
“Here you go, babe. I’m sorry you had a bad day.”
“Thank you, Fee.” I take a sip. “This is perfect.”
“I’ll be right back,” she tells me and leaves the room.
My wife. She’s too good to me, too good for me. I’m really glad she doesn’t think so. Coming home to her at the end of days like this makes life worth living.
She comes back with her guitar.
I lift a brow.
