He didn’t reply right away, and she noticed how his gaze shifted to the house and then back to her, almost as if he was trying to decide whether to call for reinforcements.
Icy fingers inched their way down her back. Were they going to renege on their promise, come up with some excuse for why they couldn’t possibly let her go back to California?
“Or were you lying about that, too?”
“No,” he said immediately, something in his voice telling her that the question had bothered him more than he wanted to let on. “That was the deal. I suppose…I suppose we all hoped you would want to stay once you knew the truth.”
“‘Stay’?” she repeated, and let out a derisive laugh. “Why would I want to stay here when my whole life is in California?”
His dark eyes met hers, searching. Somehow, Rosemary forc
