Chapter 92
Branwen stood in the entryway, her hand on the chilly glass of the door she’d just closed behind John. He didn’t look back at her at all, not even a glance. He just got in their rental car and drove off. A little too fast down the curving driveway, even for him.
That all fit in with his strange, sullen mood when he woke up, as if they’d been fighting instead of making love before they’d fallen asleep. Nothing she’d tried to cheer him up had helped. And he was right. His grouchy behavior had certainly spoiled her own morning.
She’d considered just telling him to cut it out, to tell her what was going on and drop the melodrama. She’d done that more than once with him in the past when he got like this.
In this case, a lot of his edginess was probably her fault. The coldness bet
