CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
“How was work? “Ryan questioned the moment I walked into the living room, kicking the heels off my feet. He was watching a basketball game, his shirtless chest immediately capturing the attention of my raging hormones. He really had the audacity to look that sexy but thankfully he was my husband.
“Just the same. How was staying at home?” I asked in the midst of a subtle brief kiss.
“Boring,” he admitted.
“Well, I’m here now. I’m going to take a bath and I’ll be down in a minute,” I said, picking my heels.
“So I was thinking that we should like go out later,” he said just as I was about to walk up the stairs.
“Like on a dinner date?” I questioned, pausing to turn around.
“Yes. We haven’t really been on a proper date yet and I may have reserve a
