Page 21 of Whispers of My Skin

I gape in disbelief at him. Words fail me. Is he serious?

“I’ll leave you to it then. See you at dinner. Oh, by the way, honey, I’ve already fired the cook, so don’t be expecting the hired help to have dinner ready and waiting. If you can’t fix something at least half way decent, I suggest you Google that too.”

With a cheeky grin and a wave, Joel walks away, heading toward the staff living quarters, leaving me seething with anger.

“And don’t even think about poisoning me, cause we’ll be sharing the same food,” he calls over his shoulder. “Be sure and have a good day now, darlin’.”

Poison? He must have read my mind…

“You’re an animal, Joel Sadger!” I yell after him.

“That’s why you married me, isn’t it?” he calls back, making stupid donkey braying noises as he walks away.

I’m left clenching my fists in anger, confusion, and bewilderment in equal measures, wondering how the hell I’m going to deal with this impossible situation I’ve somehow gotten myself into.

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