“Jeremy, what’s wrong?”
The closer the dinner with his father drew, the more distant my lover seemed to become, and so, unbeknownst to him, I’d done a little investigating on my own. I’d learned some interesting facts about Waters, senior, and the obscure section of the Foreign Office for which he worked.
“Why should anything be wrong?” Jeremy peered down his nose at me and frowned.
“I’ve never known you to be this…uneasy.” I frowned back at him. No matter how many openings I’d given him, he’d refused to tell me what was bothering him.
“I don’t know to what you’re referring, I assure you.” His lashes lowered, concealing his dark eyes.
“Don’t you?” I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. “I’ve some errands to run, Jeremy. I shan’t be attending lectures today, and most likely I’ll
