She set down the book and looked up at him from the futon where she was sitting. “So, what’s the bad news?”
“Why do you assume the news I am here to deliver is bad?”
“Because I can see your face.”
He almost smiled then. Or at least, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but there was no answering light in his eyes. “We both knew this day would come.”
Which was a really oblique way of saying he was going to kick her out. Her heart started to pound, and she blinked away the sudden sting of tears. No, she was not going to let him see her cry. In the past, she’d used tears as a weapon if she thought bringing them to bear might change a situation, but there was nothing fake about the sudden thickness in her throat or the way she had to clench her jaw to push back the gathering moisture
