“Do you want to sit down now?” he asked, gesturing at the sofa again. “You look really wiped out all of a sudden. Pale, too.”
“For a minute.” Jo didn’t want to stop moving, but her legs weren’t cooperating yet: they were shaking and jelly-like under her. The last thing that she wanted was to go crashing down to the floor in front of this guy. “Just a minute. Then I have to go.”
He paused, his eyes narrowing at her words, but he said nothing. He stayed next to her as she walked slowly and unsteadily over the sofa, watched her closely but didn’t touch so much as her elbow. She sank down with another sigh, fought hard against the almost-overwhelming desire to just keep leaning until she was horizontal.
Silver kneeled in front of her, his hands on either side of her, just lightly placed on
