Is she asleep?” Jack asked when Alice joined him in the den after putting Kayla down for the night. She nodded in response to the question and tried not to let the intimate domesticity of the scene unnerve her too much. He was sprawled on one of the huge comfortable sofas that Alice had begged him to buy when she had first seen it, four years ago.
“Yes, she was still going on about ‘Nebo’ when she dropped off.”
He smiled faintly at that.
“I don’t think she’s going to forget about today too quickly,” he murmured, fingering the rim of the glass of scotch he had poured for himself, indicating a glass of red wine on the little table beside the sofa. “Wine?”
Not wanting to refuse and end the comfortable atmosphere between them just yet, she nodded and curled up on the opposite end of the la
