Thane and I left the salon just after three-thirty. He was quiet and I wondered if I’d upset him earlier.
“You okay?” I asked, waiting for him unlock the car doors.
He stared at me over the hood of his vehicle. “I’m fine. Why?”
“You’re just being very... quiet.”
He gave me a half-smile. “Are you saying that I’m usually a chatter-box?”
“No. It’s just that you seem... withdrawn,” I replied, getting in.
He slid into the seat next to me and shut the door. “I’m just tired.” He pulled his seatbelt around his waist. “Neither of us got a lot of sleep last night. You must be running on fumes yourself.”
“That’s true.”
As Thane started the engine, I stared at his hands and was reminded of how good they’d made me feel the night before. I pushed the thought away and looked out the window, thank
