"Wow. Just what a man wants to see the moment he opens his eyes after wrestling with death... His best friend hugging his best wife."
Max rolled his eyes as he stepped back from Melanie, who had just pulled him into a grateful hug for saving Adam. "You've only got one wife and one friend, Adam," he said dryly, smoothing out his shirt. "So maybe skip the 'best' part. And I expect a man to thank me when I save his life."
Adam gave a pained grimace at that, but his gaze had already drifted toward Melanie ignoring Max. She looked wrecked-pale, hollow-eyed, her hair dishevelled, her clothes rumpled. Like someone who hadn't slept in days. Instantly, he felt his heart ache and he extended his hand to her, feeling relieved that she took it immediately.
