The creamy, rich flavor of the quiche fills Lance’s mouth. He’s surprised to find that he truly enjoys Andrea’s cooking. She tries to feed him another bite, but he pushes the fork away.
Andrea frowns, “I thought you wanted me to feed you.”
“If you really want to feed my appetites, you can do that later tonight,” he whispers.
Disgusted by the innuendo, Andrea gets up to look for a bottle of white wine to go with the dinner. Dr. Walters enters the dining room and looks to Lance for approval. Lance nods his permission to approach.
“It’s about the drugs—” the doctor whispers.
Lance immediately raises his hand to signal for the doctor to stop speaking and casts a deep look at Andrea.
“In the study,” he commands.
Andrea doesn’t hear Dr. Walters’ words or see Lance’s complicated expressio
