Chapter 105
“Yes, I know,” he said dryly. “I can tell by looking at you. Your eyes glaze over and your mouth hangs open.” “Sorry,” I said again, matching his tone. “I can’t be responsible for what my face is doing when I’m thinking.” “But what good does thinking do?” he asked, sticking a bookmark in his book. “You’ve done whatever you could—worrying about it now won’t change…ah, well.” He shrugged irritably and closed the book. “I’ve said it all before.” “You have,” I said shortly. I got into bed, shivering slightly, and tucked my gown down round my legs. Frank scooted automatically in my direction, and I slid down under the sheets beside him, huddling together to pool our warmth against the cold. “Oh, wait; I’ve got to move the phone.” I flung back the covers and scrambled out again, to move the
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