Leon Kennedy had faced countless threats but nothing prepared him for married life with her. Not that he was complaining. Being her husband was the easiest decision he’d ever made… the aftermath of that decision, however, came with an unexpected challenge: keeping her in one piece.

She was clumsy—beautifully, painfully clumsy.

In the span of a week, she’d tripped over a rug, slammed her hip into the kitchen counter, dropped a coffee mug on her foot, and somehow managed to walk into a glass door that had just been cleaned. Leon wasn’t sure whether to laugh, sigh, or wrap her in bubble wrap. Most of the time, he did all three.

“Seriously, babe?” he muttered one morning, crouching beside her on the bathroom floor. She sat there blinking up at him, dazed, a small cut on her forehead from the cabinet door she hadn’t seen open. Again.