She drew the bedside table across in front of him and tilted it forward. Then she took one of the books from the shelf under the tabletop and placed it in the holder. “See, you can turn a page with one hand, now, and the book stays in place.”
“Thanks, sweet. That’ll help. It really will. I can’t handle much more TV.” Lawton spoke almost automatically, little emotion in his words.
Melissa sat down in the chair recently vacated by Agent Ashbrook, fussing with the items on the table and shelf, looking past rather than at Lawton. The conversation she had overheard echoed in her mind. For the moment, she truly forgot prospective motherhood.
With his right hand, Lawton reached to still her fidgets. “Missy, what is it? What’s bothering you today?”
Of course he’d notice. He might seem to be a
