He leaned back in his chair and looked up at me with a thin smile.

“An auditor who suspects her own husband is just a woman looking for a fight.”

“The spousal waiver on the insurance policy was signed on Tuesday,” I said.

“We needed the policy active before your sixth month,” Julian said smoothly.

“I handled the paperwork so you wouldn’t have to worry.”

He closed his ledger, locked the brass latch, and stood up from his desk.

“Go to bed, Vivian,” he said, patting my shoulder as he walked past me into the hall.