Tom glanced over at her. “What’s wrong? Did you cut yourself?”
“That was my note,” Cherry said. “On the recruiting ad.”
Tom let the refrigerator door swing closed. “Oh.” He looked like he was thinking. “Okay.”
“They’re billboards,” she said. “We need them to be obvious.”
He smiled a little. His shoulders had dropped. “You’re right. I’ll change it.”
She frowned. “You can argue with me...”
“I’m not going to argue with you. You’re the boss.”
Cherry shook her head. “Tom. I don’t want you to agree with me just because I’m the client.”
Tom walked over to her and rested his hand on her hip. “I’m not. That’s not what I meant.”
“You called me the boss...”
He shrugged. He looked in her eyes. “You are the boss.”
She frowned.
He was standing in front of her. He bumped his hip against hers. “I trust your judgment.”
“If you thought the note was idiotic when Katie gave it—”
“Katie’s an idiot.”
“—and then whenIsay it—”
“You’re not.”
“Tom, I want you to behonestwith me.”
He wrapped his hand around her chin. “Cherry, I am being honest with you.”
“You can’t just do whatever I say at work because I’m your wife.”
He tilted his head. “Wouldn’t that make your life easier?”
“I don’t want my life to beeasy. I want it to be good.”
Tom was smiling with his eyes. He kissed her.
She kissed him back half-heartedly. “I want you to argue with me,” she said.
“I don’t like arguing with you,” he murmured. “If I’m arguing with you, it usually means I’m wrong.” He pulled back to look in her eyes—
Then dropped gently to his knees in front of her.
Cherry was surprised.“Tom.”
He lifted up his chin. “Baby...” he whispered.
She shook her head.
“You’re the boss,” he said.
