"How dare you say that? Eleanor's lost weight sounds like you've been running her ragged at the office." Edward jumped straight to her defense.
Julian gave a strained smile. "Grandpa, that's really not the case."
He set a bowl of black chicken soup down in front of Eleanor.
She murmured a quiet thank you.
Only here, at this house, did she ever get soup served to her by his own hand.
"Not our business, old man. Leave the two of them to it." One of Edward's old army buddies cut in.
"Exactly. Look how attentive Julian's being to his wife."
"Those two have always been a match made in heaven. I said it at the wedding they looked like they belonged together."
Eleanor flushed a little under the praise.
Julian's smile deepened at the corner, that same charming curve.
From the outside, no
