Alex’s Point of View
My phone buzzes on the counter just as I’m pouring myself a drink. I glance at the screen and see her name.
Melia.
I grin and answer immediately. “Hey, wife.”
She lets out a small laugh, the kind that sounds half amused, half exhausted. “Hey, husband.”
I lean against the counter. “What’s up?”
She hesitates for a second before saying, “So… I am pretty sure Michael is on his way to your place.”
My brows lift. “Oh? That sounds fun. Why?”
She sighs. “Because he wanted to see me, and I told him about us. And he was… pretty pissed.”
I chuckle softly. “Of course he was.”
“Alex, I am serious,” she says, a trace of worry in her voice. “He was angry. Like really angry.”
“That is fine. I can handle him,” I say easily.
She is quiet for a beat. “Are you sure?”
“Melia,”
