Bad Blood

[Denali’s POV]

I stare up at Rosco in disbelief while trying to figure out how to get him to back away from me. However, I keep coming up empty, at least until the smoke alarm starts going off, giving me the perfect opportunity to change the direction this encounter is going.

“Shit,” I gasp, attempting to reach around and turn it off. “The food’s burning.”

Remaining silent, Rosco reaches around me and moves the pan off the burner before fixing his gaze on me again.

“Would you prefer me to be serious?” He repeats, his voice filled with sincerity. “Let me take you on a date.”

“A date?” I repeat, my confusion flaring. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” He counters with a smirk. “You’re my wife, and we are still in our honeymoon period.”

Honeymoon period… That ship sailed a while ago. We were already married for six months, all of which I spent alone, and now he wanted to act like a doting husband.