Jennie lay with Bennett for a long time. Until the sun started going down and she realized that his stomach was complaining loudly that he hadn’t eaten in a while. He hadn’t said much, and Jennie hadn’t either.
She couldn’t explain why she’d come straight to his house after learning about her mother’s health problems. Only that she knew this quaint home would provide her with the comfort she needed. She’d gone inside only to let Gemma out, and the dog had sensed her distress instantly, staying beside her and giving her an occasional lick when the tears got a little too thick.
She’d almost cried herself out by the time Bennett got home, but she’d had one good sob-fest into his chest before exhaustion had finally stemmed the flow of tears.
“Let’s go to dinner,” she said.
“I can order in,
