The room service arrived and Charlie ate her fill. Jonah had shut down his computer and refocused his attention on her. They lay in bed, leftover dishes scattered on the dresser, bedspread crumpled at the foot of the bed. Jonah’s arm was her pillow. She kept hearing Win’s words, but before she could even think about taking things further with Jonah, she decided she really needed answers.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“No, it’s something. What is it? You get this look like something’s bothering you. Talk to me. You were always able to talk to me.”
She closed her eyes. Here goes nothing. Or everything. “Earlier, you said that I make things easy. If that’s true, why did you leave?”
“I graduated.”
That was a cheap answer. “You left without a good-bye.”
His muscles bunched beneath
