Isabella’s POV

“Another surprise?” I eyed my husband dubiously as we left the gym that morning. Instead of moving into target practice after a cardio session from hell, as we did each morning, he’d told me he had another surprise for me. 

“If you gift me grenades this time, I'm afraid I won’t be able to continue making excuses for you,” I teased—sort of.

Ethan smirked. “No. Although…on second thought, maybe ...