Plopping herself in Zachary’s arms, Serenity yawned and said, “I forgot to talk to you about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Zachary took anything that came out of his wife’s mouth seriously—no matter how trivial.

“My money-hungry relatives are planning the old switcheroo. They want my cousin to go under the knife to look like me and replace me as Mrs. York.”

Zachary glowered.

“My cousin is as old as I am. Our dads look a little alike. Plus, we both take after our dads. I guess you can say