We lie in each other’s arms, resting after an eventful evening. Drake chooses a movie, but I barely register what’s on the screen. My mind is lost in thought when his voice cuts through the quiet.
“You weren’t thrilled about Caden going, and yet you still defended me. Why?”
The question comes out of nowhere. I frown, glancing up at him as he plays with my fingers.
It’s random that he’s even thinking about that conversation—let alone questioning my loyalty.
“A few reasons, actually,” I say, irritation rising that he’d think I’d let anyone—especially Emma—disrespect my husband in public.
“Mmhmm? Those being?”
“For starters, it doesn’t matter what I say to you—you’re my husband. Mine.”
I sit up, confused about why we’re even having this conversation.
“That discussion is between me and
