"Are you planning to tackle the dishes tonight?" Dominick asked, elegantly dabbing a linen napkin across his mouth. "Leave them for the morning; the cleaning lady will be here early enough to handle it."
"I think I'll do just that," Jeniva agreed, her voice trailing off as she took a slow, contemplative sip of her wine. "I'm far too exhausted to stand at the sink tonight." Her gaze drifted toward the tall dining room window, where the snowflakes of the evening were beginning to dance against the glass.
"It's snowing," she murmured, the reflection of the lamps in her eyes making them shimmer.
Dominick turned his head to follow her gaze. "Gridlock always sees a heavy accumulation this time of year," he noted.
