CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Ivy hadn’t meant to fall asleep. The bang of a door opened her eyes, revealing that was exactly what she’d been doing. Rolling onto her back, she stretched and closed her eyes again, anticipating her husband joining her.
Except he didn’t.
And she couldn’t hear anything to indicate what he was doing.
Sitting up in the middle of the vast bed, she was confused to see him in the doorway of the closet, doing nothing.
“What happened?” she asked. “Did you fix it? Did everything get worked out?”
“I think it did.”
“Wow, really? I’d have put money on it going the other way,” she said. Awash with relief, she sighed out a smile. “Do you want me to cook you something and you can tell me what happened?”
“No,” he murmured.
Should she laugh or get up and run away?
His static
