His lips parted as though he wanted to say something but had lost the ability to speak. Then he blinked. Once. Twice. And he swallowed. Hard.Inga blinked as well, her nausea suddenly dissipating, replaced by the near humor associated with the shocked look on her baby’s father’s face. “Frank?”A whoosh of air left his lungs. He cleared his throat, then looked up as an exotic creature approached carrying a tray cluttered by a hot tea service for two. They sat in strained silence as she placed the service on the table, then bowed slightly. “Your appetizers will be here soon,” she said.Inga waited for Frank to speak. When he didn’t, she said, “Thank you.” She set about pouring their tea into miniature cups, inhaling the relaxing fragrance of it.“Here you go,” she said, setting Frank’s cup in front of him. “Although you look like you could use something stronger.”He took a long swallow before looking at her, his jaw flexing. “Why are you telling me this?”She managed half a sip of the tea before returning the cup to the table.
