All things considered, getting up before 8 AM was a hassle. He shook his head and tried to dispel the fog clouding his mind. So far, no luck. Seeing Grace and Cherilyn sitting at the dinner table looking all perky and shit definitely didn’t help. On the other hand, Marcus with his weary eyes burdened by the weight of uncertainty, didn’t appear any better off than Eric. Eric was swept away by a mood of discouragement, but, for Grace’s sake, he intended to give the impression of being steadfast. He went to her side and without thinking kissed the top of her head. Her hair was soft, like silk. Thoughts seized his brain of the numerous times he’d tangled his hands in her hair when they used to make love—whoa! He snapped out of the memory. Where did that come from? She tilted her head back and forced a demure smile, leaving Eric with a stranded, left-behind feeling. But that didn’t stop him from bending and brushing his lips against her forehead. “You sleep okay?” “Yeah.”
