Taming My Cold Husband
“He went out to the garden downstairs for a walk. It’s good for his health.”
“Oh, thank God,” Leslie breathed out in relief.
“I told you not to overthink,” came Julian’s husky voice, startling Samantha.
“Christ, who’s the handsome man?” exclaimed Samantha as she stared up at Julian with wide eyes.
Leslie turned to Julian, her eyes crinkling in happiness. “Sam, this is Julian, my husband. Julian, this is Sam, my very good friend.”
Samantha’s jaw dropped. “No shit, Les, you’re married? How come you never told me?” she pouted.