“I think being prepared is good,” Wade said. Then he shot Sawyer a smile. “But maybe we can help him loosen up a bit?”
“Can you get Sawyer to stop slurping his soup, too?” It was the one thing that truly irritated me about my husband, and since Sawyer was pulling out what he felt was my bad trait, I thought it was only fair to do the same.
“Hey!”
Wade laughed at our antics. “I can try. But I like the way he slurps.”
“Ha!” Sawyer raised a triumphant fist, then sat up quickly. His intense gaze landed on Wade. “So, you got any bad habits we need to know about?”
Wade didn’t answer right away, and when he did, his face showed no emotion. “Why? Would it make you change your mind?”
“Of course not! What the hell, man? Why would you even ask? We care about you and we want to make this work, nothing is going to…” Sawyer’s eyes narrowed as he saw what I’d already noticed—a teasing glint in Wade’s blue eyes. “Is that your bad habit? Make comments to give me a heart attack?”