“We need to talk.”
Lexi gulped. That didn’t sound good.
How could he sound so calm after blowing up this morning? She was all over the charts. She had cried for hours, and then stared at the ceiling for God knows how long. Clark sounded more like he had just taken a brisk morning jog, gotten out of the shower, had breakfast, and was ready to start the day.
“All right,” she began, clearing her throat. “Let’s talk.”
“Come meet me for coffee.”
Lexi’s head swam as a vision of Jack standing behind a counter handing her a paper cup brimming with coffee filled her. She snapped her eyes closed hoping to clear her head. The last thing she needed to think about right now was Jack. “Can I…just come over?”
“I’d rather not be at one of our houses.”
Why did she always have to associate coffee wit
