“He loves her, doesn’t he?”
Alistair sighed and cracked open one eye. “Just when I was about to fall asleep, too,” he mumbled, and rolled onto his side. By the light of the fire across the room, he could see Aisling staring up at the ceiling. The firelight cast shadows across her face, illuminating her frown and scowl. “What are you babbling about?” he asked, squinting at her as he rubbed his face.
“Please, just call him Sonny. He only stopped cringing at his title a few years ago, and I don’t want him to revert back to it.”
“Trained him like a dog, did you?”
“Can’t do less with Cantons.”
“No, I suppose not.” She brushed her hair off her face and rolled to face him. “Sonny. He loves his wife?” Continue reading