In truth, her new proportions were largely to blame. That and a life of honey, worship and sex had given her some extra weight, though she never wanted to admit it.
Adam firmly and politely demanded a status be made for the church garden, and the sculptor wouldn't receive a cent until it met the church's standards. The sculptor made a huff at first, but Adam's silent and hard stare quieted him quickly enough.
"We are in agreement?" Adam asked after a long pause. The sculptor nodded, averting his gaze.
"Yes, Lord." He replied. Adam gave a single nod and turned to leave.
"Come, lieben."
She felt a sudden jolt run through her, a glimpse of the nicer Adam making her ache instantly. Her eyes returned the glow, a faint glimmer in her eyes. “Would you really..~?”