I woke up to the smell of coffee and the feeling of a large, warm hand gently stroking my hair.
Seth was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a sharp charcoal gray suit, his tie perfectly knotted. But his dark eyes were tired, staring at his phone with a tight jaw. The 8 AM board meeting was looming over him like a dark cloud.
I sat up, the white silk sheets pooling around my waist, and wrapped my arms around his back from behind. I rested my cheek against his broad shoulder.
"Hey," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "You're thinking too loud, husband."
He leaned back into my touch, his hand coming up to cover mine where it rested on his chest. "I'm thinking about how to keep my company, my wife. Mr. Laurent has the board in his pocket. If they vote me out,
