As Zeke drove Thalassa to her and Luisa's house, the ride was silent all the way. The few times he'd tried to initiate conversation, she'd instantly killed it with short, disinterested answers.
Some time later, he pulled the car into the driveway of her house. Killing the engine, he turned to her, concern etched on his face.
“Lasaa, are you okay?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn't I be?”
Zeke bit his lip, wondering whether to probe. Since the day she broke down in his arms at her office, she'd gone back to never sharing her thoughts or emotions with him. He knew she wouldn't tell him what was on her mind if he asked, but he was certain it had something to do with Kris Miller.
“You shouldn't let him get to you,” he finally risked saying.
Thalassa stiffened. “What are you talking ab
