Xyla Quest laughed. “Don’t you?”

Stanley Batton gently pinched her cheek. “Why would you ask that? I’m your husband. Why would I be impatient when I do something for you?”

Smiling as her heart fluttered in her chest, she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That’s good. I was afraid you might get annoyed someday.”

Xyla knew what it felt like to wait in line and always hated it.

“I won’t. Although I’m usually an impatient person, I’m willing to wait if it’s for you,” he said.