Chapter Twelve

That night she sang till her voice became dry. And the husband she had been trying to irritate had appeared unaffected at all. It made Geneva want to leap onto Nicholas' side of the bed and choke him.

She looked up from the laptop on her lap to glare at Nicholas. Two hours of singing was just too much, but he wasn't stopping her, not to mention how frustrated she was with him right now.

Geneva snuck a glance at him again. He was lying on his back and his elbows were bent so that he could support his head with his arms.

Geneva was beginning to think that that was the only way he slept. She had an idea. One night, she would observe him and know if he ever changed positions.

With slight caution, she called him. "Nicholas?"

"Mm?" Nicholas replied, still in the same position.

"Take a look at this." She passed him a book.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at the book in silence, then to Geneva too before collecting it. He opened a page and said with a flat voice, "You wanted to sh