I arrived home to find dinner almost ready and Blake dressed in jeans and apron but no T-shirt. It was a look I liked. He smelled of soap as he greeted me with a passionate kiss, stroking his thumbs along my cheeks. It was a slow, deep kiss that was more than a simple greeting ought to be. Something was wrong.
I pulled away and searched his face, but he walked off without meeting my gaze. "I'll bring in the things from the car." He left and I blinked after him, a knot forming in my stomach.
The mail Ellen had brought around was sitting unopened on the table. All except the one from the army. It lay open on top. I scanned it. I didn't mean to pry, but I had the awful feeling that it was responsible for his change of mood and Ellen's tight lips. She must have opened it and resealed it afte
