Evan smiled. “I always do.”
He walked across the room and kissed her on the forehead. They had been married three years, long enough for Allison to recognize the precise line that appeared between his brows whenever something troubled him.
That morning, it was there.
“My mom called again last night,” he admitted.
Allison froze slightly. “About what?”
“She says she wants things to be better between you two.”
Allison let out a quiet laugh that carried no amusement. “That would require your mother to stop treating me like a seasonal employee.”
Evan flinched. “I know she’s difficult.”
“Difficult is when someone forgets your coffee order. Your mother once told your cousin I was ‘pretty for a woman who works online,’ as if my business is a lemonade stand.”
“Allie.”
