Chapter 130

My husband is, to use a technical term, hotter than a solar flare. He’s tall and broad-shouldered and in terrific shape, his dark hair and beard perfectly well-groomed. He dresses impeccably and has a big smile that can melt a woman’s heart at twenty paces and her underwear at ten. He is smooth, sophisticated, and stylishly put together—the very definition of high-society sex appeal. Despite all that surface charm, it’s actually his eyes that do it for me. They always have, ever since the first day we met. An unusual shade of deep gray, Elijah’s eyes have a touch of the wild to them that is a world away from business meetings and boardrooms. When he’s annoyed or just plain pissed, they shine with a hint of ferocity that never fails to make my heart beat faster. And as he is usually annoyed or just plain pissed when I’m nearby, that tends to happen way too often for comfort. My poor heart becomes quite exhausted by it all. I’m avoiding meeting his gaze for exactly that reason. I’ve push