(Leigh’s POV)

Before Alex could explain himself, I had already hit his hand on my thigh with my cellphone, making him roar with laughter. He raises his hands after ending the call and still laughing.

“Chase won’t accept any of my explanations anyway,” he says, picking his cup and sipping coffee. “He likes you,” he continued as his smile disappeared.

I almost choked at what he said.

He heaves a deep sigh and leans on the backrest of the chair. “So, tell me about your family before we go there.” He clucks his tongue and shakes his head, surprising me. “I don’t want to go in a war without knowing anything, Leigh.”

I frown at him. “You’re not going into a war, husband,” I utter, twitching my lips and squinting my eyes. “But come to think of it,