The drive back to Yachats was done in silence. Both of them were lost in their own thoughts. Guilt ate at Ashure. He could tell Tonya was upset with him. She was tapping her fingers against the steering wheel and kept casting sideways glances at him.
It was six o’clock by the time they pulled into the cottage’s driveway. She parked the car, turned off the ignition, and exited without saying a word. He grinned when she suddenly stopped in front of the car and closed her eyes. She stood rigid for a moment before she opened her eyes, walked over to the passenger door, and pulled it open.
“No more secrets, capisce? No more ‘forgetting’ to tell me something. We are in this together. I want the truth—always, no matter how bad it may be,” she stated in a clear, determined tone.
He was relieved
