She knew he was a little confused by arriving here and not at the clinic. She’d been here a million times before, so she knew he was out of sorts because she had made the decision in an effort to take care of him. He was even worse at allowing people to do that than she was. Not that she cared. Not tonight, when he looked more lost and more fragile than she had ever seen him. Tonight, she would take care of him whether he liked it or not. She knew he was in bad shape when, once they were inside, he wandered aimlessly through the foyer without bothering to turn on any lights. He kicked his shoes off in the doorway to the living room, then dropped his tie on the table in the hall. Definitely not his modus operandi. Not knowing what else to do, she followed behind him, flicking on a lamp here and a light switch there. Lucas didn’t stop until he got to the kitchen, but once there he just froze.
