I take a drink.
“She’s tired all the time. Snappy. Quiet at night.”
Harry arches a brow. “She’s got three kids.”
“I know that.”
“And a toddler.”
“I know.”
He watches me carefully. “So what’s the actual problem?”
I run a hand through my hair.
“She looks at me like I’ve missed something,” I admit. “Like I’m not seeing the whole picture.”
Harry considers that.
“Are you?”
I open my mouth.
Close it.
Rowan appears beside the table, wiping his hands on a cloth.
“You two solving the world’s problems?” he asks.
“Just marriage,” Harry says lightly.
Rowan snorts. “That’s harder.”
He leans his hip against the table.
“Farm’s easier than relationships,” he says. “Cows are honest. If they’re unhappy, you know about it.”
“Emma’s unhappy,” I say before I can stop myself.
Rowan tilts his head slightly.
“Does she say that?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know?”
I hesitate.
“I can feel it.”
Harry nods. “That’s usually accurate.”
Rowan gestures toward the bar. “You helping enough?”
“I do stuff,” I say quickly. “School runs. Baths. Vacuuming.”
Harry smirks. “Ah yes. The Holy Trinity.”
