Raine said. She thrust an armful of fresh linens against Kellen’s chest, forcing him to accept them. “What’s wrong with your bedroom?” “I’ll be in it.” She gave him a nudge in the direction she wanted him to go. He didn’t move. Raine set her hands on her hips. “Are you purposely being difficult?” “I don’t think so.” “Then what is the problem? The other bedrooms are in that direction.” “Does this mean you don’t intend to honor our vows?” Raine extended an arm, hand, and index finger toward the bedrooms that he could occupy. “Go.” Kellen went. Raine thought he might have been smiling as he turned. A glimpse of it usually made her heart stutter, but just now it made her want to throw something at his head. “I’m not a violent person,” she called after him. He kept on walking. “Good to know.” Raine waited to see which room he would choose and was marginally relieved when he did not choose the one that had been Ellen’s. It was when he lit the lamp on the bedside table that she turned toward her own bedroom.
