THE JONES’ HOME
“Ready for bed?” Khloe asked her husband as she rubbed at her face gently with a wipe.
Owen walked close, leaned forward, and kissed her bare shoulder. “Yeah, ready enough to lie my back. Not quite sleepy yet though.”
A small smile played on her lips. “Should we sit by the balcony then? The sky looks great tonight.”
He chuckled, caressing her hair, “I thought you would be tired after your long day. It was surprising that you even had dinner out.”
Done with her face, she stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Are you still angry about that? I am sorry. I was enjoying the company of the girls so much that I got carried away.”
“Oh, wow. Safe to say you enjoy their company more than you enjoy that of your husband.”
Khloe poked his cheek playfully, “Don’t be such
