Happily Ever After in Bliss (Nights in Bliss, Colorado Book 11), стр. 59

“Not me!” Tucker took off, running by the river now.

“Go, Badger, go!” Henry yelled. “Little asshole. We’re going to teach our kid not to be a dumbass.”

She smiled his way. “Yes. Yes, we will.” She sat back. “Maybe we could watch a comedy.”

It would be good to laugh.

Henry reached for her hand. “That sounds fun.”

Another man ran by. Robert. “I’m coming, Tucker!”

“Or we can watch them instead,” she said, flipping her hand over to slide her fingers between his. “What do you think will happen when they see Maurice? He was down river a little while ago.”

“What the fuck is that?” Tucker screamed.

Henry’s lips quirked up. “And he’s still there. Yeah, this should be fun.”

Henry’s hand tightened around hers, gently pulling her toward him. She found herself sitting on his lap and couldn’t argue with him. It felt too good. When his hand came over her belly, she sat back and waited for the world to entertain her.

* * * *

“How does this be making you feel?” Alexei Markov sat back in the office he shared with Caleb in the pretty cabin they’d built the year before.

“It made me feel like Henry was going to kill someone,” Nell replied primly. “And right in the middle of the festival.”

Henry bit back a groan. What had happened at the Festival of Spiritual Rejuvenation was inevitable the minute Nell had demanded he not hide his instincts anymore. “I wasn’t going to kill him.”

“Good, Henry, this is good.” Alexei had a notepad in front of him. “You were only going to hurt man who touches her belly. See, this is progress. I have same impulses. Man touches my woman and I wish to kill, too.”

Nell frowned his way. “You told that man if he didn’t take his hands off me you would pull his bowels out and wrap them around his throat. That would kill him, Henry.”

Henry shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. I was willing to find out.”

It had felt good to make that fucker flee. He was off the leash when it came to protecting his wife, and she was conveniently forgetting the fact that after she’d yelled at him for his caveman like tendencies, he’d had her skirt flipped up and his cock deep inside her in the back of the store she’d set up to sell her vegan bread to Squatchers. Yeah, he’d had a mating call out of her pretty mouth really quick.

But he was smart enough to know that if he wanted to take advantage of the fact that his caveman side got her hot, he shouldn’t point it out to her.

“I could have handled it. I’ve always handled it in the past,” Nell insisted. “Do you remember last spring when that tourist was incredibly rude to me?”

Henry felt a feral expression come over his face. “The one who hit on you and then called you a whore?”

“I explained my position to him and he came back and apologized after he thought about my words.” Nell gasped and sat up straighter. “You talked to him, didn’t you? Henry, did you beat that man?”

He hadn’t had to. He was good with words. “No, I merely explained what would happen to him if he talked to another woman that way, he pissed himself, changed his clothes, and then properly apologized.” It hadn’t been the first time he’d dealt with a man who’d gotten handsy with his wife. Sometimes tourists thought country girls were there for their entertainment. Henry liked to put them straight. “If it helps it wasn’t just you I did that for. I caught some asshole being aggressive with Hope and handled it for her, too.”

Her voice went low. “Did you kill him?”

She could be a little overly dramatic. “No. I told you. All I had to do was point out a few hard truths and we came to an agreement. See, I learned that from you. I talked to them.”

His brat’s eyes rolled. She was asking for it again. She asked for it a lot lately. “I tried to teach you to find common ground with people we don’t agree with.”

“We did find common ground. I was willing to tear his penis off and stuff it down his throat, and he decided to do whatever it took to get me to not do that,” Henry shot back.

“I meant common ground on an emotional level.”

The man had cried. “He was very emotional about his penis.”

She looked to Alexei. “Could you tell him how wrong he is about this?”

“I am actually only here to facilitate communications between two of you. That’s what a therapist does,” Alexei replied. “As friend, I tell Henry he is good man and I will help with taking of penises.”

Nell stood. “I’m done with marriage counseling now. I should have known a male therapist would agree with you.” She turned and walked out.

Alexei looked crestfallen. “I might not be cut out for this part of therapy. I am better in bar. Shouldn’t you follow her?”

“She’ll go to the bathroom and then she’ll find Holly and yell about me some more.” Then he would collect her, head home, and plant his face in her pussy. He’d found that was a good way to get her to forget her annoyance. Then he would cook dinner, rub her feet, and fuck her again before they went to sleep. He would cuddle her close all night long.

All in all, not a terrible day.

“You don’t seem upset by this,” Alexei said, one brow raised.

Henry sat up. “I’m always upset when she’s angry with me, but it’s good for her to get it out. A couple of weeks ago she wasn’t talking to anyone. Now she tells everyone who will listen what a liar I can be. She even interpretive danced our entire fight in a drum circle at the festival.”

Alexei’s lips quirked up. “And you watch this?”

“Oh, yes. It was for a group of witches. I’m pretty sure there are a couple of hexes on me,” he admitted. But