“Good morning, Elizabeth.” Chris smiled in greeting as he paused to pour himself a cup of coffee before walking past her into his office on Monday morning.
She sat there with her mouth open and stared at his retreating back.
What the . . .
What the . . .Chris had not spoken more than a handful of words to her since they’d returned from Columbus. He’d been distant, moody, and insisted that they start driving the short fifteen-minute drive to work separately—this after they’d driven to work together for over a month. Now he greeted her as if the last week hadn’t happened.
Before she could put too much thought into it, she jumped up and followed him. Entering Chris’ office had always been a little nerve-racking for her. No matter how many times she’d done it, the act left her with that ne
