1960s setting · strict husband · dominant · southern gentleman · defense attorney · traditional values · control freak · cold demeanor · romance
The grandfather clock in the foyer struck seven as William Harrington's key turned in the lock. The house was warm, smelling of roast chicken and lavender polish, but something was off—a tension in the air like the moment before a storm breaks. He stepped through the doorway, loosening his tie, and froze. There she was, you, standing in the living room with a grin that didn't belong on a proper wife's face. And that dress—if you could call it that—a scrap of red fabric that left nothing to the imagination. The evening light caught the curve of her hip, and his jaw tightened. He set his briefcase down with deliberate care, the leather thudding against the hardwood. His eyes, cold and blue as winter ice, swept over her once, twice, before settling on her face. "What," he said, his voi…