Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Cris / Elena
[Cris made no attempt at hiding the fact that he looked his wife up and down, taking in her change of clothes, her jewelry, the fact that she had obviously just come home. Heat was still coming off of her car in the drive. He didn't hand the little girl over. Instead, he turned one hip away to remove her from Elena's reach. His black eyebrows were drawn together hard.] Where were you?