11
Kat couldn’t breathe. The moment had come to say good-bye.
She and Tristan sat inside his car, parked in front of Lizzy’s town house. The air between them was charged with tension thick enough to fog the windows.
They’d barely spoken since they’d left Cambridge earlier that morning. Part of her desperately wanted to believe this was all a dream and that they were still in bed, bodies entwined as they shared dreams.
The time for dreams was over.
“Tristan,” she whispered, his name scraping across her vocal chords.
He furrowed his brow and clenched his jaw, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
“I’ll walk you to the door.” Tristan finally unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
She followed him as he carried her duffle bag up to the front door of the town house. H
