Cole's eyes darted from side to side, seeing if there was any chance of escape. Hormonal wife was dangerous. Chick flick was probable torture. But at least he could shimmer away if she decided the ice cream was displeasing and tried to carve out his liver with the spoon.

He moved around to the front of the couch and settled beside Phoebe, putting his arm around her shoulders. "How are you feeling?" he asked.