“What did you tell him,” Cloe said.
Her voice was completely steady. She was looking at Mac’s profile in the evening light, the city passing outside the windows, Dave asleep in the back, and she was holding very still in the way she held still when something important was happening and she needed all of her attention on it.
Mac kept his eyes on the road.
“I told him the truth,” he said. “I told him that I intended to, yes. That it wasn’t something I was going to rush, that I was going to do it properly and at the right time and in a way that included him in the conversation rather than happening around him.” He paused. “I told him he was one of the reasons I was certain about it. Not the only reason. But one of them.”
The car was very quiet.
“What did he say,” she said.
Mac glanced a
