OCEANS.
She hadn't said a word since we walked through the front door.
Smart.
I had said what I said in the car and meant every syllable of it, and she had sat beside me for the rest of the drive with that carefully maintained composure she deployed when she was trying to appear unbothered, which told me she was bothered, which was exactly where I needed her to be before we got upstairs.
She doesn't listen. And I wasn't feeling rational tonight, either. Perfect combo.
I didn't touch her the moment we got upstairs.
That would have been too easy for both of us.
Instead, I loosened my tie, poured two fingers of scotch I didn't intend to drink, and stood at the window with my back to her and let the silence do what silence did when it had enough weight behind it.
She was standing somew
