Later that evening, Jacob sipped on the ice cold drink in his hand before he set it back on the table. He absently followed one of the water drops as it beaded and began to slide down the outside of the glass. His eyes followed the floating cubes of ice in the light brown liquid.
Iced tea, he thought, touching another droplet. Even their drinks are different.
They were finishing up the evening meal and were just sitting around talking. His eyes flickered to where Allie sat in brooding silence. She kept glancing at the clock on the wall behind him, as if she was just waiting for the right time to be able to make her escape. She had come in almost ten minutes late with a swift apology on her lips. She brushed a kiss on her mother’s cheek before grinning and announcing the two mares had the
