She figured Roger was up and apparently disoriented. She couldn’t contain her small giggle at his stumble. He came from the room, all grumbling and messy hair. He rubbed his hair with both hands and groaned long and loud. She stopped her silent giggle as she felt her chest tighten. He may be a mean, scarred man, but he was a beautiful man nonetheless. She turned her face away. "Did I hear a giggle from this room?" he asked and she turned to look at him, but he was looking around the room by then. "Did you…clean?" "Yes. And lunch is almost ready," she spouted all business like and went back into the kitchen. She was stirring the rice and determining it was sticky enough to be done when he came in. He was staring at her with a questioning look. "What?" she barked. "Nothing," he said defense and raised his hands. He backed out of the room that way. She took two bowls into the dining room to find him already sitting there.
