She considered her empty house. Its accusing silence. How absolutely alone she would be inside its walls after a night like this.
When she’d had trying public engagements in the past, she could always count on Davion to be home, waiting. He’d take her into his arms, rub her shoulders and feet, put a drink in her hand. If she wanted to talk, they’d talk. If she wanted silence, he’d hold her.
But he wasn’t waiting for her now. Nothing was waiting for her.
Tears stung her eyes.
>
> And I don’t want to be alone.
> was his instant reply. >
Grace wasn’t so sure Arjun felt the same way. She measured his strong jaw and profile as his eyes remained on the street outside the window. What did he think of her? Of all this crying?
“I’m sorry for interrupting your evening,” she said.
