Chapter 331 : Shrodinger's Wife

Jaxon

I slept in the guest room that night. Or should I say, I stayed in the guest room. Slept really wasn't an accurate description.

I didn't sleep at all. Not for one second.

It wasn't the accommodations. I liked the guest room well enough. After all, I'd picked out the furniture myself. The king sized bed with egyptian cotton sheets was just as good as what was in my own bedroom.

That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that my wife didn't want to share our bed. And I had no idea what to do about it.

After a night spent thinking about nothing but my current situation, I had concluded that she might have a point. Maybe.

I mean, I probably should have told her about the ranch. What it was used for. That all the neighbors were ex-mafia. In retrospect, that would have been better. At the time, I honestly didn't think it mattered. I just wanted her to feel safe. And in my mind, a safehouse was probably about as safe as it got.