There was a storm brewing! He could read it in her eyes, the set of her lips, and the way she slammed the fridge door.
"Heavy weather coming," his eyes twinkled.
She turned ready to do battle.
"You promised me a holiday; there was a time when I was more important than your work."
Her gaze encountered his smile and slowly lowered to the tickets in his hands.
"Bastard," she murmured lovingly.
"Heavy weather coming," his eyes twinkled.
She turned ready to do battle.
"You promised me a holiday; there was a time when I was more important than your work."
Her gaze encountered his smile and slowly lowered to the tickets in his hands.
"Bastard," she murmured lovingly.
