HE NODDED AND STEPPED inside. She closed and latched the door, then gestured to the couch in the sitting area.
“Drink?” she offered.
“Sure,” Drew responded. “Just water, though.”
She nodded, filled two glasses with ice and water from the bar, handed him one, then settled in at the other end of the couch from him.
“I’m sorry I ran away from you,” Trixie said after a long pause. “That was wrong.”
“Don’t be sorry. I overwhelmed you, maybe. It wasn’t my intention.”
“You didn’t,” she smiled ruefully. “I did. And I think you deserve to know why.”
She sighed and swirled her drink around absentmindedly.
“My mother and two little sisters were killed in a car accident when I was ten,” she revealed with no warning. “My dad took it... well, let’s just say, really hard.”
She swallowed the lump
