"Once your dad and I started dating, we couldn't stand to be apart. I don't know how you are doing it," Anna gossiped.
"Yeah. The two months apart nearly killed me. You saw how we jumped each other." Anna snickered, nodding her head in understanding. Most parents might have been ashamed or angry, but she knew her son. He wouldn't be improper in public even if there was a gun to his head. To have someone who he could break the unbreakable rule for was a boon.
"It gets easier as you age," Anna informed. "Henrick and I stay apart for long periods, but it doesn't kill us." She shrugged.
Cage glared at her. "Don't pin your lack of love for one another on us. We'll be this cuddly even in our graves." Anna smacked his arm, protesting against his unlucky words.
