“So. No wife of mine is going to sleep on some dirty old couch.” “Who said it was dirty?” I demand, throwing up my hands. Then, I remember that I’m wearing a bulky robe that isn’t super snug around my upper torso region, and I immediately wrench my hands back in, grasping at the neckline and pulling it tight. Seb watches this entire debacle with a little smirk playing on his lips. “That’s just how I was picturing it.” His tone is dangerously
