“That will teach him to come barging in,” Byron growled. Tonia cuffed him lightly on the arm.
“Be nice, you are laying on top of me on the floor of your study. I’m not sure he will ever look at this rug the same way again. That poor boy.”
Byron rolled off of her to the side, bellowing with laughter. She smiled; glad to have distracted him at least momentarily. The sound of his laughter relaxed her and she stared contentedly at the oak beams running the length of the ceiling. What was she going to do for two weeks without him?