If there was something that Kaden learned in his sleep, it was that couches aren't comfortable beds. Even though the couch was like a firm cloud to sit on, to sleep on it was a nightmare. He had tossed and turned all night, grumbling that his own wife had stolen the master keys and locked all the guest rooms.
The master of the house slept on the damn couch.
"This woman."
After dinner, Kaden retired to his office to finish the remainder of the work for the week, so he could accompany her to the wedding planner. When he finished his hard work, he discovered his wife's scheme to lock him out. And it worked damn well.
Eventually, the moonlight peeking through the curtains had pissed him off. The damn thing shone into his eyes the entire night. As much as the milky color resembled his wife's soft skin, it was not her replacement.
