Cleaning was meditative to him. Quin did it without thinking, it was just second nature. He made a lot of messes, so naturally he cleaned a lot of them up, especially in the kitchen.

Still, he wasn't following Dahlia's lead in this conversation, but that grin had him quirking another eyebrow at her. He settled his hip against the counter, letting his hand trail down her arm and around her back. "What is with you?" Quin was pretty oblivious, but over the course of their short marriage, he thought he'd gotten pretty good at reading her. Living with someone was an experience and he thought he was getting the hang of it and her.