"YOU'RE so obvious earlier, Bianca," Hanna said beside me. She volunteered to wash the dishes and stayed here with me in the kitchen while Gideon walked Penny out. 

The woman said she had another appointment this afternoon. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, not looking at her. 

"You're obviously jealous, Bianca." 

"Me? Jealous?" I dried up my hands and cocked my head to her side. 

Hanna raised her brows at me. "It's written all over your face, Bianca. It wouldn't require a genius person to figure that out." She sighed. "Now, are you going to deny that you're in love with your husband?" 

"I…" I wanted to deny Hannah's...