She’d watched him sleep for what seemed like an eternity, but he hadn’t stirred. Not even when she brushed a dark curl of tousled hair from his forehead. She hadn’t been as asleep as he had thought. She remembered what she had said, and desperately wished she had kept her mouth shut for once in her life. It would get in the way now. When only she had known, it was still for her to deal with. Things would change between them. She wasn’t ready for change. They’d have to stumble around it to find each other again. She’d wanted so badly to curl into him until he woke, but because of it, she had left him sleeping. When she heard the shower turn on, she cringed. Jack was awake and she knew he was wondering, trying to work it out in that puzzle-solving mind of his. What would be the best way to tell Liv I don’t love her? Ugh! He would be nice and polite. Liv gripped the spatula in her hand until her knuckles were white and it threatened to bend. She was afraid she’d have to kill him if he was.
