Chapter 55

• He took a sip of coffee, his eyes narrowed disconcertingly on her face. She was glad that he was still behind the island in the kitchen.
• “And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.
• Sara gave a little laugh, which sounded fake to her ears. “I mean, you don’t have to do this…reassurance thing. I really don’t expect you to make me feel like you want me to be around forever or anything like that…” Her words trailed off, diminishing some of the vehemence with which she’d started the statement.