Chapter Twenty Three
Sarah stared at the unknown number until it stopped ringing.
Nathan was watching her. She could feel it. She set the phone face down on the table and looked up at him and said, “I’ll deal with that later.”
He didn’t push. He looked at her for a moment in the way he had been looking at her lately… like he was trying to work something out and wasn’t quite there yet, and then he looked down at Alex who had gone completely slack against his arm, mouth slightly open, fully asleep.
“I should get him home,” Nathan said.
“Yes,” Sarah said.
He shifted carefully so he could lift Alex without waking him, stood with the boy draped over his shoulder the way fathers carried sleeping children, heavy and boneless and completely trusting. He picked up the backpack from the floor.
