As I walked into our apartment, I held up my takeout bag and gave it a little shake for emphasis as my lips lifted to a grandiose smile.

Rogue took notice from his seat on the sofa."Ah, my girl warrior has returned with yet another feast for her spouse."

"Sorry, but it's not steak today."Once I placed the bag on the dining table, I carefully extracted the plastic container filled with petit fours, compliments of Arianna."This time it's dessert."

Jumping up, he ...