Lucian saw my face before I showed him the phone.
That was the thing about living with a man who paid attention the way Lucian Knight paid attention. He didn't wait for information to arrive in its proper sequence. He read the room before the room finished arranging itself and by the time anything was said he had already formed the first layer of response.
He was at the garden gate when I looked up from my phone. He had come out to tell me dinner was ready, which the chef had apparently communicated through Trisha, who had apparently decided the message required personal delivery and had come running across the garden before Lucian could stop her. She was already back inside. Ava was at the dining table with her drawing. The boys were in the nursery with Kelly.
Just the two of us in the
