Nora lay on the couch staring at the ceiling. She was bored, out of her mind. They'd already discussed their plan countless times, Lucien and Evangeline had handled the conference superbly and Demetri was now overseeing the plans for starting the projects in Estania. While she was the only one with nothing to do.
She wondered if she should take up her studies again but then decided against it, for now. A year had already been wasted and it would be a few months till a new semester began.
With a pout, she turned to stare at the fine specimen of a man who was her husband. His hand was absently tracing circles on her leg while he read the files and she was the one suffering for it, too aware of that hand. She wondered if he even realized what he was doing.
