Daniel's eyes never left Anna.
A flicker of cautiousness flashed across hers — and that alone amused him. Just minutes ago, she'd been bold enough to mock him for not knowing about Mariam's weekend habits, yet now she stood tense and wary, like a cornered kitten.
Just how many layers of amusement did his wife come with? he wondered, his lips twitching.
He didn't move an inch, but that slow, knowing smile appeared — the one that always made Anna's heart skip no matter how much she pretended otherwise.
"Relax, wifey," he murmured, his voice brushing her ear like silk. "I wasn't planning on doing anything… yet."
Anna's breath hitched, her heart leaping into her throat.
Not yet?
Her imagination betrayed her instantly, conjuring up all sorts of embarrassing possibilities.
And then — that deep, rich chuckle shattered her thoughts.
"You're thinking too much, wifey."
Her cheeks flared. "You—!" Anna glared, her irritation blooming as his laughter deepened. "Just let go!"
