My Feisty Wife

JAMES

Offense has and always will be my best defense. I’ve fucked up. Royally. And she was spitting mad, like a little kitten, cute, but her claws were damned sharp.

“Sit your ass down there.” I slapped the counter, I had my boss face on, but she wasn’t scared of me.

She hopped on the counter, glaring daggers at me. Her knees were badly scraped, but I was more concerned about her hands.

“What the fuck were you thinking running off like that? You could have been killed.” I was laying it on thick.

“James.”

I took out the first-aid box from under the counter and placed it next to her. Damn it, her palms were dirty and bleeding. “I should take you to get a tetanus shot. Look at this mess.” I disinfected her hands and wiped them gently with cotton balls. She didn’t even flinch.

“James.”

“What?!” I snapped at her, pretending to be angry. I wanted to avoid the issue of the fake pregnancy. What the hell was I thinking.

“Why the fuck did you lie about my being pregnant? You’d better tell me r