Page 79 of Wild Ever After
“Thanks for tonight. I’m sorry it wasn’t very much fun.”
“I always have fun with you.” I wink at her.
“I can think of a lot funner ways we could have spent tonight.” Heat sparks in her eyes.
“Let’s get home and see if we can salvage the night then, huh?” I pull my keys from my pocket, then dangle them in front of her. “Wanna drive?”
“Really?!”
Fuck, the way her face lights up steals the breath from my lungs. I’m a total goner for my wife.
28
HIDING FROM YOUR HUSBAND
JADE
“Honey, I’m home!”I call, walking through the front door. I set my laptop bag and purse on the entryway table.
“In the office.” Declan’s voice carries through the house, along with the faint clink of metal.
When I get to the room he calls his office, he’s mid-set, squatting with a barbell along his back, holding what looks like a lot of heavy weight.
He smiles at me in the mirror in front of him, then racks the bar.
“Hey.” He steps to me and drops a kiss on my lips. “I thought you were going out with the girls.”
“I was, but Scarlett wasn’t feeling well, so we rescheduled.”
“Lucky me.” He scoops me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him. We kiss all the way to the kitchen, where he sets me on the counter. “What do you want for dinner?”
I love that he asks me the question, even though he is planning to eat one of his healthy pre-cooked meals that he’s been devouring five times a day since he started prepping for the season.
Training camp and the official start of team practices aren’t for another month, but all the guys have been getting together to work out and skate every day. I don’t think I truly appreciated how much time and effort goes into what he does. Not just during the season, but year-round.
“I don’t know. I’ll make myself a sandwich later or something.”
He holds up one of his food containers.
“You would share your precious, pre-made meals with me?”
Smiling, he tosses them both in the microwave. “You can’t live on peanut butter and jelly.”
“Not true.”
He comes to stand between my legs.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
“I was planning on watching the baseball game in front of the TV, passing out, and letting you wake me up all drunk and giggly.”
“I guess I could go upstairs and down what’s left of that bottle of vodka in the freezer and reappear in an hour or two.”
“Something to look forward to another night.”
The microwave dings and Declan grabs our dinner and two forks. We take it into the living room, where he turns on the baseball game.
“Wow. This is good,” I say, after taking a bite of the chicken, sweet potato, and broccoli meal. Honestly, my expectations were low. I take another bite to make sure I’m not just really hungry. I worked through lunch today, rewriting an article with Melody’s notes.
