If there was anything he hated, it was pretending to be happy. He wasn’t any good at it, and it made his stomach feel like a bag of rocks. His only consolation was Rachel had done her share of pretending, too—and she wasn’t any better at it than he was. He would have ducked out and headed for hom...
“Sorry about the ants,” he said when she’d reached the last step. “Thanks. Me, too.” She stepped down to the floor. “I’m even sorrier that we’re missing a guest.” Molly stared incredulously. “She’s not up there?” “No. She’s g...