The words had barely left his mouth when Avery slipped into his comfy executive chair, swinging the chair around until she was facing his monitor.
"Password?" she asked.
"Your birth date."
Her hand flew across the keyboard, punching the buttons to her date of birth when his words echoed in her head again.
Your birth date.
Snapping her neck up to meet his eyes, she questioned, "Why is my birth date the passcode to opening your laptop?"
"What would you rather I use?" Archie asked in utmost seriousness.
Avery's brows furrowed.
"I can't chose that for you. But that doesn't mean you get to use... Well, let's just say I wasn't expecting it to be my birthdate. I became your wife less than two months ago; when did you change it?"
