Chad tried to busy himself by straightening up the remaining mess from Claire’s accident with the boxes. What had led her into the workshop? He’d known her to get into scrapes, but trespassing, even motivated by curiosity, wasn’t her style.
But then, what was her style nowadays? He had to keep reminding himself he didn’t know her anymore, not really. When they talked, they fell into a comfortable old pattern until she argued with something he said. That brought up a different question—had she previously kept her opinion on matters they disagreed on to herself?
“Did you deliver her safely?” Chad asked when Patrick returned.
“Yes, but she didn’t say much, just goodnight. I could tell she was upset. Did you have to be such a daft ass?”
“I’m sorry,” Chad said and sat on the bench they had
