“Did you find everything you were looking for?” he cooed. “She found a husband who owns the entire neighborhood,” I answered on her behalf. His gaze jerked to me. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and his face drained of color. “Y—yes, sir. Of course. I was just trying to be polite.” Gulping, he pushed our shit faster into grocery bags, forgetting to scan half the items. “Being too polite to my wife might be hazardous to your health.” “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…” “Stupidity is not an excuse. This is your first and final warning.”
