When she was so full she could not possibly eat any more, she crept her gaze up at Levi.
He sat, arms folded, face rigid, and the muscles in his jaw flexed as he gritted his teeth.
Dread washed over her; she knew this would not be a pleasant conversation.
“You finished, young lady?”
Janie gulped and nodded her answer.
“Then follow me,” he said. “We have business to attend to in the parlor.”
Janie trailed after her husband, wondering why her body trembled a little at the sound of
his voice. She felt as if her being were trying to warn her of some unpleasant peril.
“Sit.” Levi pointed at the sofa, and Janie complied.