"Excuse me for a moment.” Claire went back inside and changed into something more appropriate. She met Luther already seated at the dining table.
“Let's have breakfast together.” He called out to her.
“I wanted to make breakfast myself,” she said.
“You don't have to. That's what chefs are for.”
She tried to steady her hands as she nervously grabbed the fork. She dropped it back noisily on the table. This wasn't going to work if they acted like this.
“We need to talk!” She blurted out.
“Later. Eat first.”
“Is this a joke to you?” It had to be, he was acting as if this was a normal meeting between in-laws.
Luther looked at her hard, he studied her for a moment and a smile spread across his face. Claire wasn't sure about what he found funny in this hot mess they were in.
“It's not a
