Kayla tilted her head.
“Thank you. You’re always so helpful.”
“That’s what cabinets are for,” he replied.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
Because Kayla wasn’t finished.
She rested one hand against the counter and gave him a playful, exaggerated pout.
“You know, most men would have offered to make the coffee, too.”
Andrew picked up his mug.
“Most men aren’t trying to drink the coffee before it gets cold.”
Then he walked out of the kitchen.
Kayla watched him leave.
Her smile faded for half a second before returning.
“What’s his problem?”
I turned toward her.
“You’re his problem.”
She laughed as though I’d just delivered the funniest joke of the morning.
And that laugh was what finally made me realize something.
My sister wasn’t embarrassed.
She wasn’t unaware of what she was doing.
She was enjoying it.
And she wanted me to know it.
Two weeks earlier, however, I would never have imagined that Kayla would become the biggest source of tension in my marriage.
