Page 78 of Wyoming Tough

“It’s a book for a woman about how to do stuff with her husband,” she informed him. “It’s very detailed.”

“Does it have pictures?” he asked with wide eyes.

She glared at him. “It doesn’t need pictures.”

“Then, can you demonstrate it for me?” he added, and his dark eyes were twinkling.

She laughed out loud. “Oh, I think I can do that.”

“Now?” he asked, stopping in the middle of the dance floor.

“Here?” she asked, horrified.

“How dare you?” he huffed. “I’m a decent, upright man, I am.”

“You can’t be upright while I demonstrate this book,” she pointed out. She pursed her lips. “You have to be in a reclining position.”

“This is getting better by the minute. Shall we go?”

He held out his arm. She put hers through it with a chuckle. “By all means. It might take some time,” she added as they left the room. “I’m not sure I’ve got it down pat just yet.”

“I promise not to complain, no matter how long it takes,” he assured her with laughing dark eyes.

It did take a very long time. But he kept his promise. He didn’t complain. Not even once.

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