Chapter 390: Visitors

I'm stood by the window when Trent comes through my door. I train the expression on my face. I don't want him to think I'm anything less than glowingly happy.

"Finally come to visit me have you, husband?" I wink at him mockingly.

"Why are you out of bed, wife?"

The expression on his face as he makes quick work of crossing the room, is anything but sweet. This is the Trent I've missed, the one who seems to constantly be p*ssed at me for seemingly no reason at all.

He forces me back into my bed and although I complain, I don't resist.

Although the lads have all visited me, they've all refused to tell me anything about work. However, I'm convinced that if anyone is going to give me some juicy info about work, it's him. He's as much of a workaholic as I am.

"So... tell me. Did they find that Christmas thief?"

"Yeah," he says disinterestedly.

"And?" I struggle not to roll my eyes at him.