The moment Dahlia spoke, the father and son’s argument came to an abrupt halt. Both men fell suspiciously silent, and neither seemed particularly eager to explain.
Dahlia slowly raised an eyebrow before turning her attention to her husband.
“Dominic,” she said evenly. “Care to explain?”
“Ahem…” Dominic cleared his throat.
“Sweetheart, we… uhm…”
The words died in his throat. For some reason, he suddenly found the floor far more interesting than meeting his wife’s eyes.
When no explanation came, Dahlia simply folded her arms and raised her other eyebrow.
“Well?” she asked. “Where did all that confidence from a moment ago go?”
Dominic awkwardly cleared his throat again, but the words simply refused to come. Instead, he continued staring at the floor, still unable to meet his wife’s ey
