“Who’s like a Komodo dragon, darling?” comes the voice of the very man I was trying to escape. His sudden appearance yanks me out of the moment, forcing me to bury the sting that came with remembering Oliver.

“No one in particular,” I reply quickly, throwing him a glance. But the second I catch sight of those cold blue eyes, my courage fades, and I chicken out of telling him the truth.

“Is it just me, or is my fiery wife trying to run away from me?” he teases, licking his lips in ...