Morningstar Manor

Rhiannon had gotten down to the laundry room a little early, but she supposed it didn't matter as she had loads of laundry to do. She'd learned that the main cause of that particular problem was Harvey, who seemed to think that the only way to get something done correctly was by getting dirty in the process.
She looked to where he sat on the floor, quietly talking to his green army men and smiled as she dumped pair after pair of tiny little man pants into her laundry, then glanced down at her low rise jeans, lipstick red shoes and white gauze tank top again, hoping she didn't look too sloppy for Tristan.

Andras was in the Mocha, with a very large latte and his Macbook, editing photographs of dogs playing in the snow and sunshine.

He seemed perfectly content that way.