“Just asking. I’m concerned-”
”Don’t be. I’m fine.”
“William-”
Irritated now, he sat up. “I am fine. If I’m tired, it’s because you’re nagging the hell out of me.”
“Sorry, William.”
He didn’t answer, but retreated to his side of the couch. Whoever said that men don’t get PMS never met Colonel William Shepard. I glanced over at him. His face was definitely thinner than normal. Which let me know he wasn’t eating properly.
“Are you hungry, William?”
He blew out an agitated breath. “No.”
I edged over to him, sliding my hand up his chest. “What’s wrong with you, baby? You just don’t seem like yourself.” I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
But he turned his head. “Please stop.”
I was sure that he didn’t really mean that. Sometimes he would tease me and say stop when he really welc
