"Daniel," I rolled down the window, letting the cold air hit me, hoping it would clear my head, "you think I should just be grateful to be his wife too? Like it's some kind of VIP pass or something?"

"No, Mrs. Blackwood, that's not what I'm getting at. Don't take it wrong. It's just... Mr. Blackwood responds better to honey than vinegar. The more you push, the more likely it'll backfire."

"It's cool. Makes sense you'd have his back - you work for him." I looked down ...