Chapter 85

KIMBERLY’S POV I towel-dry my wet hair in front of the dressing room after my shower. Though my head was elsewhere my fingers swept unconsciously through the strands. All day, Xavier was behaving strangely. His attitude inscrutable, his face inscrutable, he hardly said at dinner. Might he actually be. . . on his period? The last time I checked, men don’t get periods. Maybe he was mad at me about something. The idea made me purse my lips to hold back a snicker, but my curiosity got the best of me. I typed at my phone: How do I console my husband for his poor demeanor? The initial answer I spotted caused my cheeks to become flushed right away. "Husband and wife conflict at the top of the bed but reconcile at the bottom of the bed. Nothing is beyond resolution by having sex once. If there is, just do it twice. " Was this. . . a real recommendation? Squinting at the screen, I sensed sweat forming on my forehead. At that moment the bathroom door opened with a screeching note. Xavier emerged