Renee Jennings noticed Nathaniel Lynch was spacing out, a flicker of annoyance rising in her. "Why aren't you saying anything? Nathaniel, what are you thinking about?"
Renee Jennings's voice snapped Nathaniel Lynch back to reality. His gaze was complex as he shook his head distractedly. "It's nothing."
His gaze shifted. When his eyes landed on Renee Jennings's hands, he couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust. 'She actually picked them back up…'
Renee Jennings, oblivious to his inner thoughts, continued to chatter on her own about the fun things that had happened over the past few days.
If one ignored the strange expression on Nathaniel Lynch's face, it would have indeed been a picture of marital bliss.
[Do these two spend very little time together? They're arguing over prepping vegetables. They must be so out of sync with everything they do.]
