Silently, he slipped out of bed, unable to believe what he was seeing. He padded barefoot into the living room so he could look at his phone with full brightness. His reels had gone viral in a huge way, and people were posting duets and response videos, using the catchphrase “you want my wife,” and all of it had attracted a ton of attention to Leanne’s political social media accounts. As director of communications for the mayor’s office, she hadn’t paid her own socials much attention at all, so Trev had started fresh, creating new accounts dedicated to her city council campaign.

That meant he had all the passwords and a ton of traffic to be managed. While he made breakfast, he responded to all the @s, posts, reels, and comments while keeping in mind the tone he wanted to convey, relative to his wife’s political career. To his surprise, he found he enjoyed the work, playing Oz behind the curtain for Leanne, making the magic happen.

By the time she came up to the kitchen island, he had a veggie omelet ready for her and a cup of coffee, just the way she liked it. She pecked him on the cheek then sat down at the island, eyeing him with an inscrutable smile. “Any news you’d care to share?”

He narrowed his eyes. “It seems like you already know.”

“A suspicion, not a certainty.” She picked up her fork and dug in. “Wow, this is fantastic. I love the gooey cheese pocket.”

He shrugged. “It’s not hard. I keep diced veg in the fridge. In the morning I just whip the eggs and put it all together in the pan.”

“Look at you, refusing to take a compliment and minimizing your achievements. You’re a great cook. Say thanks and tell me what’s up.”

He swallowed, gaze locked on her ridiculously glamorous face. Seriously, who looked like this at breakfast? “Thanks, glad you like the food I make. Anyway, it seems people are massively digging yesterday’s reels. I’ve posted responses, don’t know if you want to—”

“I trust you,” she cut in, eating placidly.

“Are you sure? This is your public image we’re talking about, and you’re the pro here. Compared to you, I’m just—”

“Doing an awesome job. It’s rude to cut you off, but I won’t let anyone put my man down, even if you’re doing it to yourself. Real talk, hon, I went to school for years to train on shit you grasp intuitively. If you took a couple of online courses in social media management to hone your instincts, you’d be the real pro, an unstoppable force.”

He stared at her, stunned but aware of a cautiously rising excitement at the prospect. “Do you really think so?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Only if you can imagine doing this as a job.”