Laurel went ahead and sat, and Jason settled himself on the couch next to her. It was somehow awkward and yet reassuring at the same time to have him so close, although she thought it would have been even more awkward to be doing this on her own.
“Would you like some water or iced tea?” Alison asked.
“Water would be fine,” Laurel managed, and Jason also murmured his request for water.
Their hostess told them she’d be right back and headed off toward the hallway, presumably going to the kitchen.
“So far, so good,” Jason said in a low tone.
“I know,” Laurel replied. “I’m still surprised she let us in.”
“Maybe she’s been wanting to talk to someone about the healer, too,” he said. “I mean, it’s probably not the sort of thing her country club friends would want to discuss.”
Laurel wanted
