He felt a jolt of genuine surprise. His little wife, who used to blush if he caught a glimpse of a shoulder, was standing there with a new kind of quiet confidence. He found himself staring, his eyes tracing the lines of her body.
Was it just the lighting, or did she look... fuller? There was a glow to her skin, a certain richness to her curves that made his pulse thrum. She looked radiant, healthy, and entirely distracting.
"Why don't you stay home?" Max suggested, his voice a little strained as he tried to keep his thoughts on the conversation.
"Let me deal with Mia first. You don't need that stress. You can start fresh at Byron Tech; it's a great environment, I promise you." He knew Byron Tech like the back of his hand; as a subsidiary of the main corporation, it was a fortress he could control.
