Apparently, wearing her very expensive diamonds (the ones that made her sparkle from the other side of the room) to work really only tipped people off about the kind of morning she'd had, especially since she'd arrived an hour late
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"I've seen your financial records, Mr. Webb. I know for a fact how we'll you've done with your investment portfolio," she joked right back. "You've never needed insider trading."
"You have a lot of those, I've noticed," she said before she started eating herself. Then? She just ate, concentrating on her food. "And you're good in the kitchen. You're right. Divorce will never happen. I'm never letting you go."
It hadn't been, but when Annie took the dishes to the sink, she removed the honey from the cabinet above the stove and set it near the staircase so she could take it upstairs with her later.
Then she went back to the table. "So, are you tired from your long day?"
"I just thought I'd ask before I insisted we go upstairs and spend the rest of the night in bed," she said with a smile. "If you're not tired, we can watch a movie or something down here."
"Now that's an idea I can get on board with," Annie said, taking his hand and threading her fingers though his. "Makes better use of creative skills that have been lacking lately."
Sitting at the table, she looked it over and shook her head. "I married the perfect man. James Bond outside of the house, Martha Steward inside."
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"Me neither."
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Then she went back to the table. "So, are you tired from your long day?"
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Like he said, he hoped the honeymoon period never ended.
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