Darcy laced her fingers with his, not caring even a little that she was resting her elbows on the table. Emily Post, be damned. She laughed softly. "My husband has a gun and he knows where you work. I need the next week off, thanks."
She took a sip of her wine, smiling a little wider once she swallowed. She loved it when he smiled. He did it more and more often and she absolutely loved that she was to blame.