Every time he brings it up, I change the subject.” Olivia tugged down the black T-shirt Eve had brought her and smoothed it over the clean jeans she’d already pulled on. After showing her to one of the many guest rooms in Ryder’s giant house, Eve had left Olivia to shower and change, but she hadn’t gone far. She was currently perched on the end of the bed just beyond the bathroom door, rambling on about . . . Dang. Olivia couldn’t even remember now. “Why?” she called, figuring that was a safe question. As Eve started babbling again, Olivia spritzed body spray all over, then ran her fingers through her freshly dried hair. A frown pulled at her lips as she took in her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, sunken-in, totally worn down even with the tiny bit of mascara she’d slapped on. The familiar scent Eve had brought her made her feel more normal, but the frayed ends of her hair weren’t helping matters. She should have gotten a quick trim before she’d flown all the way to Spain, but the minute she’d heard that Landon’s assignment was almost over, she’d jumped on that plane, afraid she might miss him if she waited.
