Valentine's Day was the one day that husbands were obligated to be nice and loving to their wives. If they weren't, they were considered the worst person on the planet. And while Kaleb was a jerk at times, he wasn't going for worst person on the planet so he supposed that he could be what he needed to be. At least for a short while. So played the part. He dressed up nice, bought his wife flowers, bought her more jewelry, and even opened the door for her and pulled her chair out when they got to the restaurant.  He even told her she looked beautiful. 

They ordered their food though and Kaleb was taking a gulp of the beer he had when his wife started to speak. He slowly lowered his drink and set it down, his brows raised. When she got out the gist of what she was saying, Kaleb's hands tightened around the bottle so that his knuckles turned white. At her Happy Valentines Day, all he could do was nod at her and lean back in his chair, studying her. "How many hours a week? When would you start? And where would you be doing this?"