Nine
Blaine
“I’m hungry.”
The sound of Mira’s voice ripped me out of my brooding with a start I barely managed to camouflage with a flex of my shoulders and arms. Seemed the bird was pretty stealthy. And clearly not used to knocking.
I rolled over on my bed to face the door, where my new wife was standing, both arms wrapped around her midsection. I c****d an eyebrow at her. Not that I’d studied the subject in depth at any point, but it seemed like feeding her wouldn’t fall under my husbandly duties.
“…And there’s nothing in the fridge but beer and hot sauce. I’d order a pizza, but who knows if it’ll come with a complimentary hit man? Or poisonous mushrooms?”
Oh. Right. Girl had a point, even if her sarcastic tone made her feelings on the rules I’d laid out for her clear. At least she
