Holly Winslow was in the living room doing her homework when she received a text from Mortimer Quincy that said, "Open the door." She froze for a second and glanced at Wyatt Winslow, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa.
Feeling a little guilty, she touched the tip of her nose and got up to open the door.
Mortimer Quincy was standing in the hallway, holding a bag. The sunlight shone into the corridor, casting a soft glow on the side of his face. His eyes were deep and held a hint of intensity.
He was so handsome it made her heart skip a beat.
'My husband is so handsome it's unsettling,' she thought. 'There's a reason I get so fussy sometimes.'
She muttered to herself, then leaned her head against the doorframe and whispered, "Honey, what are you doing back?"
Ever seen a game of whack-a-mole?
That's exactly how his wife looked right now—peeking out, all cute and adorable.
