“You okay?” Natalie’s soft question broke through Gunther’s reverie, and he blinked at her.
“Fine,” he murmured. “Why?”
“It’s not like you to be so out of it. Did you get enough sleep last night? And I don’t mean that in an ‘I want to know all the sordid details’ kind of way.”
He chuckled. “I got a perfectly good night’s sleep, thank you.”
“You’re up to something.” She narrowed her eyes, tapping one finger thoughtfully against her lips.
She snorted. “Even your son would see through that innocent look!” She poked that finger into his bicep. “C’mon. Spill!”
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