Okay, just—” “Make up your damn mind!” Klaus snapped, the muscles of his arms straining since he was still holding the stuffed arm chair Lauren had bought for her new office. It was still wrapped in a protective layer of plastic, but instead of him letting the delivery men bring it in as they were prepared to do, he’d carried it, seemingly unbothered by the weight of it, at least until he had brought it into the office and she was trying to direct him where to put it. “You keep moving. You’re throwing me off.” “I’m about to kill you.” Smiling still, she waved for him to move the chair again. Despite his rather hostile demeanor, after getting to know him over the last few months, Lauren found that Klaus rarely meant half of the things he said…except to Mishca. While he might not have completely thawed, their relationship was significantly better. “Have you considered his proposal?” Klaus was silent for so long, she wondered if he would answer. It was a question that had been asked for a while now, mostly by Mishca, but once he had brought it up to her, she figured Klaus might be more willing to actually give her an answer.
