I stood in our bedroom doorway, watching Alaric as he read through some documents at his desk. My husband looked frustratingly handsome even when engaged in mundane tasks, and I couldn't help but admire his strong profile for a moment before I remembered why I was confronting him.
"You're planning something concerning Sabina Westwood, aren't you?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
Alaric looked up, his surprise quickly transforming into that infuriating smirk I both loved and hated. "Good evening to you too, wife. Lovely to see you've mastered the art of subtle conversation."
"Don't deflect," I huffed, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind me. "Orion mentioned something about you reviewing her family's financial records."
My husband set down his papers and leaned back in his chair, studying me with those penetrating eyes that always made me feel exposed. "Did he? I should have a word with him about discretion."
"So you are planning something."
