“I don’t see what we need to talk about.”

She stomped toward me, stopping so close that the strawberry scent flooded my nose again. “A lot. I want this marriage to work, but that won’t happen if we don’t spend time together. Do you usually come home this late?”

“Yes, frequently. I’m Underboss, Ayla.”

“Jaxon’s Underboss and so are many of my uncles, and trust me, they have more than enough time to waste on golf courses or on top of their mistresses.”

A laugh wedged itself in my throat, but I suppressed it. “My work ethic is very different from theirs.”

“As your wife I have a right to...