“Keep trying!”
“Yeah? And what if we keep trying, but there’s some kind of safety on here where the whole house will blow up if we enter the wrong code too many times?”
I snorted at that. “Like he would blow up his own house.”
“He definitely would. Besides, he blew up our house with absolutely no qualms about any of it.”
He had a point there. “Fine, let’s just see what else there is in this massive house.”
Wandering through the upstairs was like going through a maze. There were so many wings and interconnecting doors. The place was crazy.
“There are so many rooms,” I said in awe. “What do they do with all of them?”
“Have slumber parties for all their serial killer friends,” Parker grunted.
“Seriously, have you noticed there’s not a single TV in this house?”
“Yeah, that’s weird. All the way out here in the country… what do they do for fun?”
We both looked at each other and laughed. “Target practice.”
“There has to be a gym around here,” Parker said, heading back downstairs. “Hey, didn’t he say something about staying here for a whole year with all of Reed Security?”
“I think so. Can you imagine staying here in this house for a whole year?”
“With that many rooms, they could spread out. Just think, I could take one room tonight, and you could sleep in a different room.”
He chuckled, glancing back at me as we proceeded down a long corridor toward what I hoped was the gym. “Why would we sleep in different rooms?”
“Just for the fun of it. I mean, think about it. I wouldn’t have to listen to you snore at night.”
He stilled, turning back to face me. “Mysnoring?”
“Well, yeah. You sound like a truck driver hitting the Jake brake.”
Laughing, he scratched his jaw. “Really. I had no idea my snoring was so bad.”
“Oh, come on!” I laughed. “Haven’t you ever wondered why I bury my head under my pillow at night? Or why I’m so crabby in the morning?”
“Actually, I just thought that was your sparkling personality.”
Wow. Okay, that was a low blow. “I was just teasing. There’s no need to be rude.”
“Rude? It’s our honeymoon, and you want to sleep in a different room!”
“I was making a joke about how massive the house is! Besides, it’s not that big of a deal. Couples sleep separately all the time.”
“Yeah? Well, call me crazy, but I don’t want to sleep apart from my wife.”
“I don’t either!”
“Then why did you suggest it?”
“Again, it was a joke,” I snapped.
“Well, maybe your joke will come true. Then I don’t have to hear you vomiting first thing in the morning,” he said, turning on his heel and marching away.
I stood there, mouth gaping at how ridiculous he was being. “Excuse me for vomiting while your child plays ping pong on my stomach first thing in the morning, mid-morning, and every evening!”
