Lita watched as Diarmid meticulously cleaned up after breakfast. He was wiping down counters with the flair of someone who really kept a tidy house. She wrinkled her nose as the thought of Jesse’s mom popped into her head. If ever Diarmid’s career as a fire marshal didn’t pan out, he could easily work for Jesse’s mom cleaning houses.
She wondered if maybe he was stalling but for what reason she was unsure. “Diarmid? If you clean that spot one more time, the stone is going to wear down.”
He looked over his shoulder and grinned, “you just want my body. I’m almost done.”
She rolled her eyes, “are you sure you’re not just changing your mind?”
“Are you kidding? I’m only making sure nothing in here will need my attention so I can give you all of it.” He neatly folded a dishcloth and then too
