CHAPTER 6The last thing Quin wanted was to see Annie shut a bedroom door behind her that wasn’t theirs. He lifted his hand to push the door open again, to march inside and throw her over his shoulder and carry her back to their bed, but almost immediately let it drop again. Forcing her to agree would drive her away for good. Her return to the house was already tenuous. Anything but the most delicate of maneuvers might wreck what small chance he had at keeping her there.
He didn’t remember getting back to their room. He was barely aware of sinking onto the edge of the bed. His thoughts tumbled together, knotting into problems he couldn’t unravel, and his head ached from the effort of trying. Part of him wanted to go back to the beginning of the day and start it over again. Maybe if he’d in
