CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next morning—the first in our new house—was an unusual one.

“Kriti, you gotta wake up and lock the door. I'm leaving.” His voice drifted to me through a cloud of sleepy warmth.

“Where are you going?” I whined, still warm and comfortable in the silky sheets of my new bed.

“Kriti, wake up and listen to me,” he said a little more forcefully this time. I pried opened my eyes to see him standing beside me, every inch the sexy, powerful executive in an impeccably tailored suit. He looked so damn hot!

I got up and my lips murmured automatically, “sexy!”

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied immediately

“Kriti, you said something.”

“No, I didn’t,” I replied hesitantly and then smirked, “I think you need to get your ears checked. Should we see a Doctor?”

His lips twisted into a bemused grin immediately getting the joke. The trick he’d used on me on our wedding night. He rolled his eyes. “Well, I didn’t see that coming. My company is making you witty.”