Page 27 of Dirty Husband
"It's fine."
"So, it's not perfect."
"A little over-steeped." I swallow another sip. The astringent note is more noticeable the second time. Tea is one of my few breaks. Ten minutes of time that's all mine. Ten minutes to brew a delicious beverage, soak in its warmth, let the comfort fill my belly.
"Next time, I'll lower the temperature."
"It could be the brew time."
He nods ayes. Holds up the plate of sconeswould you like one?
I'm tempted to say no, to see if he'll offer one anyway, but my body answers for me. My stomach growls.
He half-smiles as he places a scone on my plate.
"Thank you." I use my assistant voice.
He frowns but he says nothing about it. Just watches me cut my scone and cover it in raspberry jelly.
Mmm. It is perfect with the tea. The sweetness of the jam and the richness of the scone bring out the notes of honey in the tea. I let out a groan as I swallow.
"Good?"
"Yes, thank you."
His frown deepens. "Don't do that.”
"Do what?"
"Use that voice."
"Which voice is that?" I stay as even as possible.
"That one. Like you're an assistant dealing with a difficult boss."
"How would you describe this arrangement?"
He frowns.
"I'm here. If you want me to be happy about it—"
"If you don't want to be here, your room is that way." He motions to the hallway, as if his offer is some kind of generosity.
"Is that supposed to win my favor?"
"No." He takes a long sip of tea. Rests his hand on the table. "I only mean that you aren't required to sit here with me."
"What if I'd like to sit here on my own?"
"You can ask me to leave."
"Really?"
"Yes." His voice shifts from an even tone to a shaky one. "Though I would prefer if you didn't."
"Oh?"
"I enjoy your company."
