Devon’s eyes narrowed. “I warn you, if you start talking circles around me, it’s going to end with a hard right cross to your chin. My wife expects me to join her upstairs for a nap.” “How could a grown man sleep in the middle of the day? Why would you even want to?” “I wasn’t planning to sleep,” Devon said curtly. “Oh. Well, I would like to have my own wife to nap with. In fact, I’d like some good, hard napping on a regular basis.”
