Chapter 29“Why is your shirt that colour?” Jayden reached out and touched the rich fabric with gentle fingers. “And thank you for walking me home.”
“It’s fine.” Ed licked his lips. “We need to talk.” He tried to hand her a glass of wine and she shook her head. She sank onto the sofa with a soft moan.
“No more talking,” she sighed. “My head is full.”
Ed glanced at the unopened letter on the dining table. He paused and his question sounded loaded. “Do you want me to sit with you while you open Nick’s letter?”
Jayden closed her eyes. “I’m not opening it, Ed. There’s nothing more he can say.”
Ed sank into the seat next to her. His arm slipped around her shoulders. “It must have got stuck under the doormat.” His voice sounded soft. “Maybe that time we tussled in the hallway.”
“It doesn’t
