The late afternoon sun painted golden streaks across the mall's marble exit as the four of them stepped outside; arms full of bags, coffee cups, and lingering tension turned to laughter.
Logan walked ahead to unlock the car, when Hannah leaned toward Jean with a wicked grin.
"So…" she sang under her breath. "Did we just witness a PG-rated version of your honeymoon?"
Jean rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up."
Hannah gasped. "You didn't deny it."
"I did it with my eyes."
Before she could deliver a comeback, Logan opened the car doors. "Come on, ladies. I'm done for the day… might as well drive you all home."
As they settled in… Martha in the passenger seat, Hannah and Jean in the back… the car buzzed with content quietly… until Martha glanced over at Jean mid-turn and clucked her tongue.
"Logan, have you been feeding your wife properly?"
Logan blinked. "What?"
"She looks pale. Weak. That's not stress… that is poor nutrition."
Jean straightened, flustered. "Martha, I'm fine…"
