“You shouldn’t look at me like that.” I swallowed hard. “Like what?” I knew exactly how I was looking at her. Sloane slid the glass away, then leaned on the island. “Like you’re up to no good.” I let my smile spread, slow and easy. “I’m just looking at my wife and wondering how the hell I got here.” Her hand fidgeted with a stray piece of hair. Goose bumps prickled on her forearm, and I watched as her nipples peaked beneath the loose fabric of my shirt. I moved forward. “You like that, don’t you?” I stepped into her space, keeping my voice low. “When I call you my wife?”
