“Don’t take it off,” he said gruffly. His jaw and shoulders were set—tight, unmoving—and I’d learned this was his tell. He was nervous. I cocked my head to the side, still looking at him through the mirror. “Why? Is there a tracker in here or something?” I joked. His jaw clenched. “Yes.” That was all he said as he crossed his arms, meeting my gaze with a hard stare, as if daring me to challenge him. “Okay,” I said, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling. My protective husband. He blinked. “Yes, okay. That’s right.” He cleared his throat again.
