His lips grazed the crown of her head. “You want me to command you to stop flitting about,” he said, “so you don’t have to feel guilty for making that choice yourself?” “I’m a grown woman,” she muttered. “I can make that choice. All right. Command me.” “Stay home for a while, wife. Put up your feet, enjoy your belly, and eat biscuits.” She kissed his cheek and greedily inhaled the scent of his skin. “I love you so,” she whispered.
