Yusuke should have been reborn as a sloth. Incredible power in those mandibles, impressive arms that could swing a maiden from a tree in three seconds flat, and absolutely no will to do the dishes. “He doesn’t even try.” Keiko’s greeting from a late parent-teacher conference is a perfectly cooked bowl of ramen and a full sink. “I’m home!”
He left a note again on the refrigerator. She knew something had come up again, something had taken him away from this damn world and into the heaven known as the demon plane. “He must love it there. No wife to nag him, no objects that shouldn’t be broken, and everyone’s looking for a fight.” There were benefits to marrying the bad boy, but they ended at college graduation.
“At least the food’s hot.” She tore down the note and dropped it in the trash. “It’s not even six.”
As she slurped her noodles and poured herself a glass of wine, she wondered what his bed in the demon world was like. Was it as cold as she imagined?
