Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 21
“YOU LOOK ODDLY WELL RESTED.”
Taking a bite of my croissant, I look across my desk at Jonas, cocking an
eyebrow. “Oddly?”
Scrubbing a hand over his beard, he shrugs, shuffling through the papers
in front of him. “In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you look
like anything less than a zombie. Just a bit interesting, that’s all.”
“Interesting,” I repeat, swallowing the last bite of pastry. “That’s a fancy
word for boring.”
“Ah, deflection. So, it does have something to do with a certain little
lass.” He leans back in his chair, folding his hands together. “Did you finally
consummate your marriage?”
“I’m not talking about that with you.”
“Consider it—what’s that American football term? Running
interference?” He pulls a packet from the bottom of his stack of papers; it’s