Jamie smiles, but it looks forced. “Well, there you have it. You’ll have more time for Mrs. Wilke now that you’re not kissing me.” She stands at her mirror and brushes her hair. “I hope I haven’t driven a wedge between you. If you need me to apologize for my behavior, I’d happily help get you out of the doghouse.” It’s impossible to hide my grin. “I’ll handle her. I’m quite good at it.” Jamie’s cheeks turn red, but she giggles and throws my favorite line back at me. “Get the fuck out of here.”
