“This isn’t something I expected from you, but I think I know what we can do about that. And the first thing you’re going to do is go into the kitchen and fetch me a plate, a paring knife and a finger of ginger root from the refrigerator.” Laura looked for a moment as if she was about to argue with him, but soon enough her expression turned back to unhappy obedience as she rose and walked into the kitchen to do as she was told. Eric couldn’t help but smile and shake his head as he watched her go. It always amused him when she played these games, thought she could control the circumstances, but that was the point wasn’t it. She might be trying to control them, but that didn’t mean she really wanted to.