Friday night she closed her eyes in her bedroom and, when she opened them again, she was still in her bedroom but it was lit with silvery-grey, and she realized Jericho was lying beside her. She smiled gently and Jericho smiled back, but the smile seemed strange and tense.
Jeanne frowned. “What…”
Jericho put a hand over Jeanne’s heart, on top of her night shirt. “You were troubled.”
Jeanne looked down at the long, slim fingers against the fabric, and wished they were warmer. “No, not at all.”
“Do not lie to me.”
It was an order, and Jeanne knew Jericho was angry and annoyed but… “You’ll get angrier if I tell you the truth.”
Jericho didn’t argue. “Tell me anyway.”
“I—I…” Jeanne didn’t look up from the hand on her breast. She couldn’t. There was no way she’d meet Jericho’s eyes becau
