I glanced up, distracted with my thoughts. “What?” Zachary smiled at me, pulling my hand down. “Tugging at your ear.” “Oh.” I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it again. He reclined back in his chair, sipping his coffee, regarding me with a smile. “You do that when you’re thinking—usually when you’re thinking too hard about something. Want to fill me in on what’s going on in that pretty head of yours this morning? You’ve been rather quiet since we got up.” He paused, frowning. “Was yesterday too much, Megan? Have I given you second thoughts about me?” His voice caught. “About us?” I shook my head furiously. “No.” “What is it then? Tell me.” I looked past him to the window. The storm was gone; the sky blue and the sun glimmering on the water that lapped along the shore in long, lazy waves. The dogs had already been out scampering around the sand, happy the oppressive air had dissipated. Zachary had slept most of the night, exhausted from his emotional outpouring.
