He grumbled, but decided to give in lest his life of domestic bliss be jeopardised.
Phone in hand, Luca reluctantly headed into the kitchen.
‘It’s Austyn. For you.’
The slim woman standing in front of the counter whipped around.
Luca’s white shirt was splashed with soy sauce from the spatula in her hand.
‘Austyn?’ she snatched the phone.
The way she said the man’s name made Luca want to kick over the trash can.
But he knew if he did it, Isabel would just make him clean it up.
He flounced out of the kitchen.
‘Yes, Austyn, what can I do for you?’
Luca heard his wife’s voice, which seemed sweeter than usual.
‘You’re a psychologist. I have a question.’
No chitchat.
Austyn got straight to the point.
Isabel donned a serious look when it came to her profession. ‘Shoot.’