Chapter 33 Familiar Aches

• Gabriel threw me in the car this morning, wordlessly. I want him to explain himself, but I know he won’t. We don’t talk much anymore, which is understandable given my behavior, and besides me being cold to my own husband, I have been thinking of Eugene far too much to admit. I’m not saying I enjoyed that kiss, but it has certainly taken up space in my head.
• I curl up in the backseat of his compact, luxury car, feeling like the Alpha Kind chose this for a reason. There is little space between us, and even less when he pulls for my legs, resting them comfortably over his lap, to let them stretch. I settle in at the position, relaxed for the first time in so long.
• “Should we talk?” he asks, his voice stoic and abrupt in this otherwise silent car ride. “My dear, you’re so detached from me. Did I do something?”