Hannah flinched, but whatever had possessed her to burst into tears like that must have passed, because she glared up at him in way that she hadn’t done since the early days of their strange relationship. While a part of him was glad to see her ire, the other, confused, wanting to make this better for her part—and what the fuck was that impulse about?—ached to hold her in his arms and for her to open up to him. He liked it far better when they were on the same page. He should have known that easy rapport wouldn’t last. Jeez, two weeks into their marriage and they were at...