“What’s wrong?” Something had shifted in Britta. Two minutes ago he was thinking of taking her in his arms again and kissing her soft pink lips. But now those lips were pressed into a line of worry. Britta’s blue eyes were full of fear. Milo tried to think of what he’d said that would cause such a reaction. He was only talking about how much he loved his childhood.
Britta swallowed, looked at her plate, and then lifted her eyes to his. “Were you ever teased as a child?”
And that was it. Milo knew why he’d recognized the fear in her eyes. There was something in her childhood—a fear that Britta might still be hiding from. He felt his face tighten as if he’d tasted something sour. It was inevitable that his past would come up, but he’d hoped for more time with Britta before confessing his s
