Lance made a strangled noise and promptly took a long sip of his wine. Annalise kept a perfectly straight poker face as she took in the reactions of his family. The facial expressions were different all around the table.
Flora looked wary.
Guinevere looked murderous.
Arthur had a strange look that could only be interpreted as a cross between regret and sadness.
Michael nodded approvingly. He reached over to slap his son on the back.
“You have got yourself a winner here, my son. I heartily approve. This wonderful, fiery woman will keep you on your toes well into your old age. I like her very much. I can’t talk for all the others, but to me, she is your match in every way.”
Fantastic!
Hearing Michael, Annalise realized she had let her mouth run away with her. Yes, she had the approval
