Christian shook his head. “Did you do the thing I told you to do?” My face felt warm, so I angled away from him to stretch out my back. “Yeah.” “What thing?” Melinda asked. “The coffee,” he said. She sighed, melting into her husband almost instantaneously. “I love it when you make the coffee for me.” He slung an arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head. “I know you do. That’s why I do it.” What a simple thing. When Christian heard in the weight room that she was moving in after our quickie wedding, it was his number one piece of marriage advice. Set up the coffee she likes before
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