The Cherished Wife

At the doorway, both Sean and Arnold looked over at Noelle, their eyes brimming with gratitude. Noelle paused, caught off guard by the sight of the pair. She could handle Arnold's puppy antics, but Sean's face was too much. She could not help but laugh. "Charles?" Charles just glanced at her coolly. "It's either me or Arnold. Make your choice."

Damn!

Sean's mind was racing with frustration. He could not believe Charles had stooped so low as to compare himself to a dog. Winning that kind of contest was no victory at all.

Sean did not wait for Noelle's answer. He stormed off with Arnold. Arnold might have been able to deal with their PDA, but Sean could not!

Noelle watched Sean leave, dumbfounded. She turned to Charles with a scowl. "Really? Sean's your brother, and Arnold's your pet dog."

matters more to me than you!" Charles had

and she shook her head with a wry smile. "How did I ever fall for you?" She glanced at the bruise on Charles's face and gently touched it. "Does it hurt?" Charles

Mr. Smith are too old for roughhousing!" Noelle was

was the weekend, and without Charles, she

what had happened, only to find out the two had been goofing off and ended up

ointment for that!" Noelle said, heading for the first aid kit, but Charles

bruise just be. Just sit. get the kit," she insisted, pushing Charles