As though he were commenting on the weather, Nathaniel’s words drawled out uncaringly.
Zoe forced her lips to stop smiling, "I know."
"Do you need a moment?"
"No."
"Good." He raised his glass slightly. "Then smile at something I just said."
She looked at him.
He looked back at her, and there was something amusement in his expression, not quite reassurance, yet something that drew her closer to him, and despite everything, and Brooke across it, Emery moving toward them and the grief she had been outrunning for days, she felt the corner of her mouth move.
It was not a large smile. But it was real.
Which was, she suspected, exactly what he intended.
“Say something funny, then maybe I will laugh.”
“Have you seen yourself, Ms. Beckett? You have what is called a resting b***h face. I
