She was scrambling to her feet before she was even aware of it. “Are you sick?” she said. “Yes, I need to leave right now,” he said unsteadily. “If you lend me your car, someone can give you a ride home later.” “I’ll give her a ride,” Zander drawled. Lee’s dismissive gaze raked over him. “You can try.” He held out his hand. “I need the keys, Jules.” “Of course. I’m coming with you.” She picked up the sweater she’d discarded along with her handbag. “I’ll just tell Claire we’re leaving.” “Don’t bother. I’ve said my goodbyes.” Behind him, Dan approached, his paleness matching Lee’s. Seeing her attention diverted, Lee pivoted. “Don’t bother,” he barked. “Jules, I’ll meet you by the car.” Ignoring Zander, he strode toward the road. And she understood that whatever was wrong wasn’t physical.
