CHAPTER 35
“YOU LEFT CHURCH EARLY.”
It was nearly one o’clock when Greg got home, thankfully this time without company trailing behind him.
Katrina looked up from her pot of soup and scoured his expression for traces of disappointment or anger.
“Sorry about that. I wasn’t feeling well.”
He slipped off his boots and draped his coat over the back of one of the dining room chairs. “That’s fine. I would have left right away too if I could have gotten away with it.” He smiled. A tired smile, not at all like the charming, joyful grins he’d lavished on her when they were dating, but at least he wasn’t upset that she’d come home right away.
“Some service closing, huh?”
Again, she searched his expression, trying to figure out what he wanted her to say. Was he just making conversation? Or did
