Chapter 21: Gooseberry, I’m home.
His eyes narrowed "In a dumpster."
"Why?" She asked with a frown.
She liked the coat, its colour intricates and length, if he didn’t want to wear it, she could, and it signified their union he shouldn’t have just thrown it away because he got someone killed and the blood probably stained it.
Smartly avoiding her question he asked his own "Do you like it?" He cocked his head to get a closer look at her face but she deftly turned around and started helping him into the coat she’d picked from the hanger, their first day after marriage and he is going out.
The atmosphere is tense and heavy.
He stretched his left arm and she started from there, placing the opening beside the shoulder in front of his long fingers, he helped himself into the grey coat.
"Yes, I loved it" she confessed, trying not to focus on the way his warm body drew her to curl into him, he stretched his right arm, helping her slip the coat in with ease.
She turned to her front and started with the top buttons, refusing to relish the warmth.
"I could bring it back, but we both know that’s not the reason you suddenly look like a cart of realization hit you off the road" he stated as she finished with the buttons, looking at his now gentlemanly figure, grey trousers, white dress shirt, grey coat with black shoes no socks, she could do better than this.
A beat of silence.
"Did you kill somebody last night?" Her heart thundering as she waits for his answer.