“This is your fault. You cursed me.” I blame him down the phone before I put it down and try like crazy to get the dumb alarm to shut up. Climbing on the counter to push open the window and air the room. I put my cell back to my ear when it finally stops, sliding to sit on the counter and hearing him ranting my name in a very irate tone.

“What?” I cut him off.

“Swear to god. I’m coming home right now. Have you called the fire service? Do I need to?” He’s so not ...