Taylor bit her lip when she realized for the first time what her husband was wearing. He was the most casually dressed she’d ever seen him. One would think that since he was working at a museum now, he’d dress more corporately, but it seemed they didn’t care much about his attire there. His previously ironed dress shirt and dark trousers were now rumpled, and… was that a bit of mud at the ends of his trousers?
She groaned inwardly, calling herself ten kinds of stupid for not checking this before stepping out with him. Sam and Tony were brutal, and although she didn’t like them as friends, she desperately needed their help now more than ever. She could deal with all sorts of things just to get them to assist her in her time of need.
“Ah, so this is the husband,” Sam—the brunette and peti
