TJ throws his book down and huffs. "I wanted her to kill the son of a bitch!"
"Really?" I say.
"I hate vampires."
"How very werewolf of you." (See, I may be married to him for 13 years, but I'm still convinced he goes furry when I'm not looking. And for his part, he's never denied it.)
"What can I say? They suck."
He thinks he's funny. And well, I love him, so I agree.
And that is the crazy man I share my bed with. Isn't he adorable.