“What! You’re home!” he opened his eyes and stared directly into her face. “I didn’t know you would be out.”
“And I didn’t know you were going to be home so soon.”
“Guilty, are we?” he smiled.
As much as she knew this was just Patrick’s version of levity, she could sense her body quicken with anxiety at the mention of guilt. Was the truth now written in her expression? In her eyes? Or the scent of her body? Had she washed away all of the evidence, or was there some clinging to the air around her that would indict her for her night’s crimes? More importantly, could she keep from completely falling apart in a fit of remorse?
No! No! She forcefully shook off her desperate thoughts. She didn’t dare go that far, and thus, she neatly zipped up her emotions and rattled off her prepared rea
