Annabelle stood in the doorway of Derek’s study, her arms crossed and a sly smile on her face. “You know, for someone who ‘reflects’ instead of broods, you sure spend a lot of time in this dark little room.”
Derek didn’t look up from his papers, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Is that your way of asking me to join you for another riveting day of... what? Critiquing my personality?”
“Actually, no.” She walked further in, letting her fingers trail across the edge of the desk. “I was thinking we could do something fun.”
“Fun?” he repeated, setting his pen down. “That’s a word I don’t hear often in this house.”
“Well, that’s about to change,” she said, her voice full of determination. “It’s the weekend. We’ve got the whole day, and I’m not letting you spend it locked
