T
he moment that Tess crossed the threshold, she could tell that Cap had been drinking. A dull-eyed look and slack expression around his mouth. He stood quickly and deliberately as if to mask his drunkenness. And when he smiled at her, Tess could see that it lacked authenticity.
She gestured toward the bookshelf he was working on. Busy?
Busy?Cap squinted at her. Shook his head and maintained his faux smile. “No. Come in.” He pulled out a chair and swept it free of dust. “Sit.”
Tess sat and watched as Cap leaned against the bookshelf at a crooked angle. He fidgeted and had a hard time maintaining eye contact with her. For the first time since meeting Cap, Tess felt a slight trace of discomfort.
Cap pointed at the fifth of Wild Turkey. “Would you like a drink?”
No.
NoHe nodded. Wiped
