Isabella Weaver heard him call "wife," and suddenly felt a flutter in her heart, a sweet sensation spreading through her, as she laughed and nestled back into his arms.
"About my cousin…"
"You shouldn't mention him anymore. You've called 'cousin' way more often than 'husband.' That's not right!"
Isabella hit him in frustration: "I'm just asking whether he's in any danger!"
"No, definitely won't die."
"Then next time don't be so harsh. What if…"
"Still mentioning it?"
"Oh, forget it. Let's talk about your fiancée, Miss Lewis, then…"
"She's even less worth mentioning. She's not important enough to take up our time as a couple."
Isabella resignedly said, "Then what can I talk about? You're imposing a tyranny of words!"
Harry Hunter lowered his head to kiss her cheek, the soft and smooth touch stirring his blood, as he swept Isabella into his arms and strode out: "We can do what couples should do!"
Isabella exclaimed, "No way, put me down! I'm not going with you!"