Restroom Rendezvous

The remainder of the meal was an agonizing exercise in psychological endurance. Cora Vance sat stiffly in her chair, the clinking of silverware against fine china grating on her nerves. Across the circular dining table, Declan shot warning glares directly at her. His narrowed eyes practically screamed that she was in for a brutal reckoning the moment they returned home. Cora pointedly ignored him,