Vivian was lost for words. Was Ethan stuck on a certain word today?
"But Mr. Handsome," she wondered, "What does 'husband' mean?"
A silent chuckle slipped out of Ethan's mouth. He had expected her naive question. Pulling her closer, he gently patted his knee, signaling her to sit.
"Come, sit with me. I'll explain."
Vivian looked at him, baffled, "But Mr. Handsome, the doc said you broke your leg. Can I sit if your leg is broken?"
"Sure, you can," he snapped back, "It's just a fracture in my lower leg. Come here. I want to hold you." His voice grew huskier with each word.
Vivian had a thing for voices. She especially loved his restrained yet sensual tone.
Sighing to herself, she thought back to that night. She should have been more gentle. There was no need to kick his leg so hard th
