He baulks at the mention of me having more say over décor than his input in total, and I cannot help but twitch a bit of a smug smile from the corner of my mouth. Avoiding looking directly at him and his instant WTF stance.

“Well, okay. I was under the impression our input mattered.” Rob tries again. His chuckling is more nervous, and his eyes dart to his brother, who is offering no backup this time. He has learned not to mess with Alexi’s decisions; his brother should take a ...