Nash couldn’t shake the idea that sleeping with his wife just might be the best way for them to get through the next month. They’d scratch the itch, and all of that tension would ease. It could be as simple as that.

No complications.

No strings.

By the time Nash had moved the rest of the furniture back into place and then adjusted the placement of the coffee table to six inches off from the original spot, he’d made up his mind to seduce his wife.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Chelle

Chelle was gonna be a widow before Christmas.

Nash hadn’t stopped talking for the past two hours. He’d paced the living room while on a call with business associates in London, taken four calls from his mom to walk her through restarting her internet router, and had a long conversation with Sir Hiss about why the cat couldn’t walk across the counters in the kitchen.

Okay, the last one had been funny because the cat had spent the entire time purring and rubbing up against Nash who was—thankfully—fully dressed today.

Yeah, she’d peeked when refilling on coffee and Twizzlers. Sue her.

She’d written approximately one hundred words in her book (goal two thousand) if she didn’t count the number of Beckett Cosmetics–related sales calls she’d accidentally transcribed into dialogue for her formerly taciturn hero who couldn’t seem to shut up now. That had been bad enough, but Nash had DoorDashed what smelled like charbroiled heaven in food form and was right now having a conversation about the delivery guy’s killer sneakers and how he had customized them. Nash was just starting to offer unsolicited advice on color combinations and marketing focus groups when Chelle hurried out of her room before she got put on some DoorDash pain-in-the-ass blacklist.

By the time she got to her front door, with the pugs chasing her, yapping excitedly at whatever game was being played, the delivery guy had that pinched expression of someone who wanted to be somewhere—anywhere—else.

“Nash,” she said through a strained smile.

He turned, his smile going two-dimples deep when he spotted her. “Hey, ready for a lunch break?”

“Sure. Awesome. Yes.” Anything to rescue the delivery guy who didn’t even stick around long enough to say goodbye before he high-tailed it away from her apartment.

Chelle shut the door and leaned her back against it as she let out a long sigh.