“If it isn’t my monstrous husband,” Mildred drawled, yet her eyes shimmered as she gazed up at me. “If it isn’t my misbehaving wife.” I scowled at the book on the grass and lifted a brow at her. “Who’s ignoring me for a book.” “I do believe I’m staring at you.” “I do believe you can do better after leaving me to rot for three weeks.”
