“Yeah!” he called over his shoulder. “For the rest of my life, I’m gonna hear about how this is all my fault. In fact, everything will be my fault! If the kids act up, it’ll be my fault. If dinner gets burned, it’ll be my fault. If you’re sick for any reason, it’ll be my fault!”
“It will be your fault if you keep up this attitude, buddy!”
He stopped suddenly, spinning around to face me. “Let’s get something straight. I am not your buddy. I am your husband.”
“I’m well aware. I was at the ceremony, remember?”
“It seems to me you’d rather have a housemate than a husband.”
“If that were true, I’d pick a woman. At least she wouldn’t leave the toilet seat up and miss the laundry basket every time she puts her dirty laundry away!”
“Well, if I had a male roommate, at least I wouldn’t have to hear him bitching at me all the time because I didn’t put the dishes in the dishwasher!”
I gaped at him, completely baffled. “It’s right there! You mean to tell me that you can’t take the extra two seconds to open the door and slide the plate inside? Is it really too difficult for you to handle?”
“No, it’s not, but I would also appreciate not being bitched at over a dirty plate the moment I come home.”
“Oh, trust me,” I laughed. “I was bitching at you before you even walked through the door.”
“You know what?” he snapped.
“What?”
“I don’t think I like this honeymoon very much.”
“Neither do I!” I shouted.
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
I was about to walk away when Knight’s voice came over a loudspeaker. “Didn’t I tell you to go directly to the kitchen and read the manual?”
20
MICHAEL
“This is nice,”Blake murmured, staring at the water-stained ceiling as she snuggled into my side.
“Yeah.” Sighing, I ran my fingers up and down her arm as I flicked the channel on the remote to some horror movie.
We were at some shitty motel halfway home, but I had never been happier than I was right now. Something about Knight’s house was bad for us. How the hell he stayed there was beyond me. But here, it was like we were back to when we first met.
“I think if we have a girl, we should name her Annie.”
“Why Annie?”
“Well, it sounds like a Western name. And we do live in Montana. It only seems right that we keep with tradition.”
“I’m not sure Annie keeps with tradition, but it is a cute name.”
“Besides, she could be like Annie Oakley.”
Chuckling, I pressed a kiss to her temple. “And what if it’s a boy?”
“How about Cade?”
I sucked in a breath, shaking my head. “Pretty sure Knight has a kid named Cade.”
