The Bound Between Us

Herman hated the idea of Anastasia ever feeling hurt or unappreciated.

She could read him like a book. She brushed a kiss over his lips and grinned, "Thank you, hubby. You're so sweet. I must've saved the whole galaxy in my last life to land a treasure like you. With you around, I never feel put out."

Herman sighed quietly. What could he do with her? He could only spoil her, give in to her every whim. He knew exactly what she was thinking. That's what marriage is-understanding each other, being on the same wavelength.

Herman wasn't the type to fly off the handle or do something reckless just to vent, ignoring the fallout. His eyes were full of affection as he said, "Go ahead and get some sleep. I'll take a shower and give Mr. Walker a call."

"I'll be waiting in bed for you. I already showered." Her words were soft and full of promise.

The hint was loud and clear.

She was craving a little more than just sleep.

"Alright, I'll take care of you soon." Herman tucked the blanket snugly around her. "Just wait for me."

He headed to the bathroom, ran a bath, and while he soaked, he called Mr. Walker.

He didn't bother with small talk, just said, "Mr. Walker, I'm counting on you to look out for Mrs. Walker. You care about her so much, I'm sure you'll keep her well in hand."

There was a double meaning there—not just care, but also keep an eye on her. The Walker house.

Walker had just gotten home and was still wondering how to get Herman to loosen up. The phone

guy. If you ever need anything, just let me know," Mr. Walker

Herman, on the other hand, didn't feel

did you go out for coffee with

Autumn was desperate to know what he and Herman had talked about, but she wouldn't ask straight

if our kid turns out half as wise and

praise. "You're making him sound

baby. It's time to let go of thoughts that don't belong. We've got to live for

was worried she wouldn't get it, so

stop obsessing over Julie, who was

never played favorites, was already bending the

promised to shield the Salstrom family, but he needed Autumn to

you mean, not live for the dead? You mean Julie?

she's gone." Mr. Walker's voice grew firm. "I've had Julie's case file pulled. There was nothing wrong with

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