Jason's POV:
I was screwed.
Completely. Utterly. Screwed.
And no, not in the good way.
At least not yet.
If anyone had asked me this morning what my biggest problem in life was, I would have said, "My wife."
If anyone asked me right now what my biggest problem was?
I would still say, "My wife."
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Let's start at the moment everything went to hell.
Everything had seemed fine when I got Ella into the car.
Well. As fine as things could be when my wife was shifting uncomfortably, tugging at her dress, and moaning softly about how hot she felt.
At first, I thought she was just being dramatic.
Then I noticed the way her skin flushed, her breathing shallowing, and her hands pulling at the straps of her dress like she was about to rip it off.
That's when alarm bells started ringing in my head.
I clenched the steering wheel, glancing at her warily.
"Uh… Ella?"
She groaned, throwing her head back against the seat. "Jason, I feel… weird."
