ROBYN
“Here. Don’t say I’m cruel.” Spade put a plate full of breakfast. This time with two strips of bacon. Then a cup of coffee.
My smile widened as I drummed my fingers on the table in excitement. “Thanks. But you really didn’t have to do that. I can make my own breakfast.” I pulled him by the blue tie I bought for him and kissed him on the lips. “Nice tie.”
“From a beautiful lady.” He kissed me one more time. “Eat, baby. Don’t forget your meds.”
“Geez. How can I forget?” I grabbed the cutlery and smiled. “I have a rich, handsome, all-around husband.”
“Then what do you like most in that all-around?” His eyes glinted in mischief.
“I’m sure he knows.” I sliced the omelet and shoved it into my mouth. “You?”
“Me? What do I like in my wife?” He pretended to think before blinking at me.
