FELECIA HADN'T BEEN ABLE to sleep. She'd been too nervous. There was too much to think about. Even now despite how hungry she was it was hard to eat for all the knots in her belly.
One of the details she'd considered long and hard was the language barrier.
She understood them even if the language came slower to her. The longer she let them believe she didn't speak English, the more damage she'd do to the tentative trust they'd established once the truth was out. She was worried that even twelve hours was too long.
She licked her lips and spoke slowly, the words cumbersome on her tongue. She met the gaze of each man around the table before ending up at Evan again. "Most of the time I listen to English. I do not speak it well."
"Good. This will make things easier," Logan said between bit
