“You looking to find out?” He chuckles. “Seems like an odd way to treat your wife is all. Are you trying to make her hate you?” Yes. Her hatred would be so much easier to deal with than the liquid heat blazing in her gaze every time she fucking looks at me. It’d probably also help if I wasn’t so keen to shove her against a wall every chance I seem to get. “She’ll be fine.” “Windows still painted shut in there?” he asks.
