My hand tightened around the suitcase handle. I gave him the same smile I had worn beside him for three years.
"Chloe? The suitcase."
I stepped in front of the carry-on and faced him.
"The charity auction is tomorrow. I was packing up some older pieces. The studio has a mold issue in the east corner."
His gaze moved toward the east wing, and his shoulders dropped. Mold suited his version of me: a dutiful wife occupied with the house.
"Mold? I'll have Abernathy call the contractors."
"I've already handled it."
He smiled and pulled me against him. "See? This is why I can't live without you. You think of everything. Once the foundation launch is settled, I'm taking you to Tuscany. Just the two of us."
His phone vibrated twice. Maya's name appeared above a location pin for Riverdale Ge
