Chapter 6
Harrison’s expression didn’t change from that blank, neutral mask as he relaxed back in his chair, but Ivy didn’t miss the faint tightening of his hand, as if he wished he were holding something.
“Well, I bet you’re fun at parties.”
His tone was dry but she knew she’d gone too far, treading at the edge of territory he clearly didn’t want to discuss. So she swallowed down her speculation about why he might have left the military and reminded herself that this wasn’t a character whose head she could crawl around in endlessly in the name of the story. This was a real-life man, who had the right to privacy. He’d confirmed enough of her suspicions.
Wanting to put him at ease again, she flashed a rueful smile and shifted the conversation back to herself. “I can’t remember the last
