"Did I just hear the word fuckmunch?" Melinda entered with those words, raising an eyebrow because that was the only expression they'd be able to see with most of her face covered. She knew Duke had seen her face already, but she was trying to feel good about herself today. She wanted to feel like there was some chance she might one day turn a head. Twenty was too young to be saying 'I was quite a looker.'
"There's a line between creative and stupid, dear brother." She walked around to the other side of Marek's bed, heels clicking against the floor, and touched his shoulder in greeting before sitting down. "Hello, Duke," she said, tone casual although she was acutely aware they'd fought last time she'd seen him. Then again, she'd also been unmarried. She'd stopped wearing her wedding ring, but did he know anyway?