Foreman could feel Amber shifting impatiently as her family started discussing the kid. He couldn't be certain why, although he had to admit he was bored already with the subject. But then, he'd pretty much expected to be bored most of this weekend. Hearing about other people's families, anecdotes about strangers that he'd be expected to have somehow formed an opinion on, were boring. The girl looked like any four-year-old Foreman had seen in the clinic, shy around a stranger, and while he couldn't say it was any of his business whether she was ready for kindergarten or not, he also hadn't exactly seen any evidence that Madeleine was so ahead of the curve that she needed to be pushed.
He finally sat back against the couch and put his arm around Amber. Concentrating on her was much more interesting, as far as he was concerned. He put his lips next to her ear and murmured, "Do you like rye?" with a hint of amusement. He'd taken a few polite sips, but if offering his glass to Amber would make the stuff disappear, he was more than willing. And she seemed like she could use a drink. His low voice, the private question between the two of them, made him feel better, too. They hadn't disappeared just because they were in the living room being an audience for Kate's admiration of Madeleine's crayon-scrawled dogs. He couldn't exactly excuse them from the room or the conversation, and he wouldn't be so rude as to start a completely separate conversation, but again, that was something he'd counted on. He'd have to take his moments with Amber over the next few days where he could sneak them in.
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He finally sat back against the couch and put his arm around Amber. Concentrating on her was much more interesting, as far as he was concerned. He put his lips next to her ear and murmured, "Do you like rye?" with a hint of amusement. He'd taken a few polite sips, but if offering his glass to Amber would make the stuff disappear, he was more than willing. And she seemed like she could use a drink. His low voice, the private question between the two of them, made him feel better, too. They hadn't disappeared just because they were in the living room being an audience for Kate's admiration of Madeleine's crayon-scrawled dogs. He couldn't exactly excuse them from the room or the conversation, and he wouldn't be so rude as to start a completely separate conversation, but again, that was something he'd counted on. He'd have to take his moments with Amber over the next few days where he could sneak them in.