“Is your husband comfortable with you being here?”
Annie’s laughter was enough to chase away the gloom of the dark gray clouds hanging overhead. Ian glanced up at the low ceiling and double-dared the weather to rain.
“Let’s just say he’s not happy I come by, but he understands why I do.”
“Why do you come?” Ian asked.
She made a rude noise. “Why do men have to ask such dumb questions?”
“Touché.”
The fact that she added a smile to her last comment raised the needle on his emotional dial. Ian realized he was gaining Annie’s trust, albeit slowly. For now he could accept her trust, knowing that her love would follow…eventually. If everything worked out the way he hoped, she would go with him back to their world. It was almost a constant prayer on his lips these days.
He had spent
