Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1392

Upstairs Bedroom

Elysia was sitting on the couch, waiting for someone, her arms folded and foot tapping on the rug.

Tarquin came in, flashing his best sheepish grin. “Hey, what’s going on here?”

He made a move to sit down next to his wife—maybe snuggle up a little—but before he could even touch the cushions, Elysia shot him a look.

“Stand up straight! I have a question for you!”

Tarquin froze, obedient as a puppy.

Elysia narrowed her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Be honest. Did you know that Mr. Huber and Janelle were trying to set up Winona and Keaton?”

Tarquin’s handsome eyes squinted—so it was about that, huh?

He decided honesty was the best policy. “Yeah, I knew.”

Elysia huffed and kicked his shin. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?!”

Tarquin tried to smooth things over, giving her his most charming smile. “Look, I knew Mr. Huber and Janelle had good intentions. No matter what happens, there’s no way they’d let Winona get hurt.”

Elysia hesitated—she did trust Richard and Janelle’s judgment.

“Still, you should’ve told me! This is Winona’s whole future we’re talking about! If I hadn’t bumped into Jess today and she told me, I’d still be in the dark!”

“My bad, honestly.” Tarquin apologized so smoothly, it was clear he’d had practice. “I should’ve told you. Totally my fault.”

Tarquin nodded seriously. “I get you. I’ll talk to him, give him the full ‘Don’t screw this up’ speech.”

He paused, glancing at the couch. “So… can I sit down now?”

Elysia pouted. “Yeah, fine.”

The second he sat, Tarquin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “Jeez, you scared me. I thought something terrible happened!”

Elysia shot him a glare. “This *is* serious! Winona’s happiness is at stake!”

Seeing she was about to get worked up again, Tarquin quickly said—