24
LYNNE
I was out of bed and dressed, watching him from the kitchen window. When he didn’t come back inside after fifteen minutes, I worried that something might be wrong.
He was pacing out there in the darkness. He paced when he was angry or frustrated. I knew him well enough to give him space when he was dealing with a problem, but now I wanted to go to him. I was going to be his wife. I didn’t have to pretend to be indifferent. I could show concern. I could help him when he was working through a problem. I can stick my nose right in there now.
I went outside. “Are you all right?” I asked.
He turned to face me, forcing a smile. “Never better.”
I was dubious. “Right. It shows,” I said. “Merlin, if something is bothering you, I—” Before I could finish, he grabbed me, scooping me up
