Frank stood in the kitchen, brows furrowed, as Lana sidestepped the piles of dirty laundry and unwashed plates and cutlery. With two busy males living in the household, it seemed that the place wasn’t as clean as when she first visited. As she stepped into the kitchen, he closed the door behind them and regarded her with a suspicious look.
‘Are you going somewhere?’ he asked, glancing at her attire, far more stylish than when they had first met.
‘To meet Robert’s lawyer.’ She replied curtly. ‘Is there anything else you want to say?’
He narrowed his eyes at her momentarily, then turned to the sink. ‘I was hoping you might be able to help me out a little. The house needs some attention and I’d rather not draw in any other outside help. Would you mind straightening things up around here?
