She followed him, her hands clasped in his as he led them into the house. After switching on the lights, he sat her on a couch and then sat on the coffee table opposite her. He looked a little nervous so she waited patiently until he sighed and rubbed his free hand over his face. “This is difficult,” he told her and she nodded. “I don’t even have an idea where to start. There is so much happening. So much that has happened.”
“Start somewhere, anywhere,” she urged trying to remove her hands from his but he held on tightly and then shot her a warning look, “I was just going to get some water, I am parched.”
He nodded then stood up, her hand still in his, and led them to the kitchen where he gave her a bottle. He opened it with one hand and handed it to her. “Seriously? Cade,”
“There is a
