“No.” He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her.
“Don’t lie to me, C.” He gestured to her arm and then his eyes fell on several other small marks.
“I didn’t lie. I may have a few bumps from colliding into things, but the only mark I have that hurts is the black eye your father gave me.” He moved his hand down her arm and linked his fingers with hers. She enjoyed the movement.
“Ironically if you do end up with additional bruises it may help our cause. If he believes there is anything between us, other than disdain and hate, all will be lost. He knows I’d never hurt a woman I truly cared about, so if he sees the marks then he may just believe the worst.” She could understand that much about his father. “How are the children?” She heard the trepidation in his voice, the
