Serious Husband Energy

Dante

Marcello’s already cracking up while I’m still mid-sentence.

"I’m serious," I tell him, leaning back in my chair and giving him a look. Honestly, if he doesn’t quit, I might throw something at him.

"You sound serious," he says, grinning. "That’s the problem."

Cassian doesn’t bother to lift his eyes from his phone, but I catch the hint of a smirk.

"Let him talk," Cassian mutters. "This should