She regretted starting the argument in the first place. All she wanted was a long soak in a hot bath and maybe an early bedtime. Being awake and around the man she married was becoming too difficult. Before she was able to make it even a step away, he reached out to grab her arm. Not as hard as the day she stabbed him, but hard enough to anger her. She spun around to glare at him, wrenching her arm out of his grasp.