Dylan stepped into the living room and found them gathered around the table, finishing up lunch. Allan was the first to speak. "How's she doing?"
"I haven't heard anything back from the hospital yet," Dylan answered, then pulled out a chair and settled beside Olivia, his presence commanding.
"Let's talk, Olivia," he said.
She didn't even look at him. "I don't want to talk to you, Dylan."
"Unfortunately," he replied calmly, "I didn't really ask. So, shall we?"
She huffed, crossing her arms. "You're arrogant, aren't you?"
"That was before I met you," he shot back without missing breaking a sweat.
Lily and Allan exchanged a small, knowing smile, but Olivia didn't join in. She was only curious, perhaps unwillingly so. "Then what are you now?"
"Humbly considerate," he said with a sardonic grin, then leaned in to try and kiss her, but she shifted her face away.
"Well, talk," she sighed, feeling exhausted. "I'm listening."
