“What have you two been up to?” Peter queried immediately he stepped into the kitchen, reclining modishly by the doorpost as he stared lovingly at his wife, before sparing me a curious glance.
“Girl’s stuff.” Laura replied, a short smile on her lips—the pride that had clouded her during her husband’s defense against his brother, still running in waves around her. She could fly at this moment.
Peter pouted at his wife’s comment, and I couldn’t help but spurt out a laugh.
If anything, his pout became more prominent. Dude had been doubly shaded now. But that was the least of my concerns. We were supposed to be talking now, they were supposed to be answering my numerous questions now. I thought, biting my lips, not knowing how to broach the topic without making them think I was impatient.
