"Then when are we heading back?"
Alaric Davenport spared her a glance. "You want to go back?"
Rosalind Lowell pursed her lips. "Umm…"
'It doesn't really matter whether we go back or not. It's actually pretty comfortable here.'
"Is it not comfortable here?"
Faced with two back-to-back questions from Alaric Davenport, Rosalind Lowell was momentarily unsure how to answer.
Rosalind Lowell eyed the last piece of meat on the plate. Just as she was about to pick it up, Alaric Davenport got to it first.
She pouted. Watching Alaric Davenport chew so elegantly, she didn't feel it was her place to say anything.
The dishes had been wiped clean. She stood up, ready to do the washing, but saw Alaric Davenport had also gotten to his feet and was gathering the plates and utensils. "You stay seated. I'll take these. We have a dishwasher."
Rosalind Lowell snuck a glance at him and, just as he'd said, sat obediently to watch him tidy up.
