“Tabitha. You’re my wife. I’m not leaving you.” Something flickers across her face at that, and instead of responding, she stares at me. Really stares at me. To the point where it’s unnerving. I lick my lips and swallow, then with a resigned sigh, her eyes flutter shut, and she tips her head back against the tiles. Seconds stretch as I watch her carefully. “I wish you weren’t seeing me like this.” My brow furrows. “Like what?” “At my worst.” I tip my head toward her. “Then it’s all uphill from here, baby. It’s going to make seeing you at your best so damn special.”
