Heena was too enchanting, too breathtakingly beautiful; any man with eyes would fall for her the second she stepped into the light. The thought of it made Samuel's blood turn to literal fire.
Heena let him pace and rave, listening to his stubborn tantrum for about ten straight minutes without interrupting. Then, a slow, incredibly wicked smile spread across her face.
She leaned forward, propping her chin in her hands. "Just think about it, hubby."
The word *'hubby'* practically pierced straight through Samuel's chest like a physical arrow. His entire posture stiffened, his heart hammering at the sudden, sweet title coming from her lips. But a second later, his paranoid instincts kicked back in. *No, she is definitely trying to trick me right now.* He narrowed his eyes, freezing in place as he waited to hear the rest of her words.
