“Why do I get the feeling you have more of a history with that woman than you are letting on?”
Elizabeth addressed Sawyer as soon as he came back into the bedroom.
“You’re not jealous of Eleanor, are you?”
There was a smile at the corner of his lips that made her sure he enjoyed the idea of her feeling possessive of him; it had always ended up the same way in the past when she decided she didn’t like the way someone had interacted with him.
“I’m not ashamed to admit it. You were sad when she said you’d never really been friends.”
“I was. Because I considered her a friend. I know she didn’t mean it, but it stung a little.”
“Why hadn’t you mentioned her before?”
Sawyer sighed and sat down on the bed beside Elizabeth.
“Stuff was weird with Elle before I left. I didn’t want to think ab
