By the time I got home, the sun was still high enough to stain the sky a muted gold. It wasn't even close to evening. For once in what felt like forever, I was back early.
And the second I stepped through the door, I heard her.
A quick, light patter of footsteps.
Then—
"Husband!" Val's voice spilled down the hallway before she did. She appeared at the corner, hair loose, eyes bright the moment she saw me. She wasn't even pretending to be calm. She practically beamed.
"You're home already?" she asked, walking straight into my space like she owned every inch of it, which, honestly, she did. "I thought Trent kidnapped you for the whole day."
I shot her a look. "You make it sound like it's something he would absolutely do."
"It is," she said, as if this wasn't even debatable.
