It wasn’t much of a marriage, not really. We didn’t hate each other, but we sure as hell weren’t close. I gave her attention when I had to—mainly when we were around other people.

That night, we were at dinner with my men. I kept catching glimpses of her watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but she wasn’t. Her eyes trailed over me, lingering a little too long, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

When I finally caught her gaze, she froze like a deer in headlights and looked away so fast it was almost cute. Almost.

I pulled out my phone, and a second later, hers buzzed.

“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I’ll make damn sure you'll end up in my bed, and can’t walk straight tomorrow.”