Chapterhouse: Dune (Dune Chronicles #6) An Insider's Guide

I’m making spaghetti—home-cooked spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread, full of carbs and fat and calories. Julia patted her stomach. The best kind.

I nodded. "I promise you an open mind, Emilia."That smile…the one that pulled at the corners of her mouth and crowned her flushed, tear-stained cheeks. That was worth the promise alone.

Just please, God. How I hoped that promise wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass someday.Consider this personal prenup my Husband’s Manifesto, to use your terminology. Should I start out with a list of all the marital injustices enacted against wives throughout time immemorial, or should I just start with us?I vote for us. Because that’s the only thing within my power, and though I can’t see the future, I know that—with you by my side—every joy will seem brighter, sharper, more colorful and every disappointment will be duller, more distant.

I’ve made mistakes in the past, and they were painful for both of us, but I’m being philosophical and calling them learning moments instead of mistakes. Because I have learned from them, Emilia. And I promise you…I promise you I will never take my vows to you lightly.

I promise to be open with you when I feel we might have the slightest hint of trouble

I promise to listen when you come to me with a problem.And even then, she had little experience and even less when it came to relationships, but she’d gotten better. She’d managed to stop thinking about that night at least once a day. She’d even gotten to a point where she stopped thinking about Gabe.

So, she’d thought she could handle this.Excuse me? Nikki, Sabrina called out.

Closing her eyes, Nikki strung together an impressive list of F-bombs and then started back into the room with the round table, the one designed for more intimate gatherings.And yet, Devlin and Sabrina sat opposite each other at the table.