A MADMAN'S OBSESSION
“Keeping my wife happy, fed, and sane, at least until the day I retire from being perfect.”
Marcie rolled her eyes, but her heart swelled. “You’re far too confident for your own good.”
“And yet, somehow, it works,” he teased, lifting his coffee cup in a mock toast.
“I should prepare a little something for your friends,” Marcie said softly. A small smile played on her lips as an idea flickered in her mind.