Chapter Twenty-Eight
I wake up. For a second, I’m confused as I look around. My surroundings are unfamiliar.
Oh, right. I moved in with Art.
Getting up, I brush my teeth and put on some clothes, then go in search of my husband dearest.
He’s not in his office or in the kitchen.
As I approach the living room, I hear soft classical music playing. Art must be nearby.
Yep. Not only is he here, but I also get an incredible view for my troubles.
Dressed in tight workout pants and a tank top, Art is standing in a picture-perfect Warrior Pose, one knee bent, back lengthened, and every muscle in his extended arms flexed. Even his bare feet are sexy, all strong and masculine.
Fluffer, who was watching Art, turns a suspicious, fuzzy face toward me.
See? You’re looking at this giant like you w
