Laura was beginning to decipher Marco. She already knew that he was nervous and could say for sure that at that exact moment, her husband was angry, but she didn't quite understand why. She hadn't done anything, but the tension in his fingers gave him away.
"Marco?"
"Yes."
"Did I do something?"
"No."
"You're nervous. And that scares me."
"Laura..."
He paused to breathe. He was trying to keep his temper in check; she wasn't to blame for his temperament, and he had promised himself that he wouldn't be rude to her, much less harsh like most of the men he knew. Laura was beginning to blossom once more, and he didn't want her to retreat into a shell with memories of the attack, which would happen if she started to fear him too.
"You need to understand something. I'm not just jealous, I'
