I take Aubree’s hand, tugging her behind me toward the elevator in my apartment building. She jams her finger against the button several times.
“You know that won’t make the elevator come any faster, right?” I chuckle, squeezing her hand.
“Shush your mouth,” she says with a crooked smile, meeting my eyes.
Loving how feisty she is, I grin at her. “Thank you for today. For coming with me, I mean.”
She nods. “I’m terrified to think what you would have chosen if I wasn’t there.”
Feeling smug, I shake my head. I’m trying not to feel let down at how quickly she refused my gift—that gift being a luxury SUV, mind you. I only wanted to make her happy, but it seems I have a lot to learn about pleasing my wife.
“Can you stay?” I ask when the elevator door opens on my floor.
With a smile tuggin
