Phoebe's POV
Lucas and Alan had barely raised their cups when my words hit them. The tea they'd swallowed nearly came shooting back out.
Alan coughed hard, flashing me a genuine thumbs-up. "Phoebe, the way you love Harold is absolutely unique!"
Lucas shot Harold a look caught between jealousy and sympathy. "Harold, looks like Phoebe's going to adore you for life. And after you're dead, she'll love you even more."
I stayed completely focused on the data streaming across my mini-computer screen, their conversation flowing around me like background noise. But Harold's burning, intense stare was becoming impossible to ignore.
Finally, I hesitated before reluctantly lifting my head to meet his eyes. "Hubby, stop looking at me like that."
Harold's eye twitched hard.
From the twitch in his eye, I knew he realized I was rattled by calling him "hubby" in front of everyone.
