She forced her attention back to Josh and Jason after Vera brought in colorful salads. The men were engaged in conversation, and Jason’s attention seemed fixed on his son, but she still felt watched.
It was difficult to eat when she couldn’t shake the sensation Jason was covertly examining her, carefully weighing her every action, judging her and finding her wanting. Lanie tried to be sensible and tell herself she was imagining things, that her own insecurity made her feel that way, not his actions. It was still difficult to choke down anything.
“Is there something wrong with your dinner?” asked Jason unexpectedly during the main course, as he abruptly turned toward her.
She shook her head. “Not at all. The tuna sashimi is delicious.”
“Hmm. You’ve barely touched anything. If you prefer
