He took the glass she handed him. “Thanks,” he said again, puzzled by her matter-of-fact behavior. “So you got Amanda her keys?”
“Oh, yes,” Megan said. He’d swear her voice held a false brightness. That fake cheerfulness that said everything was fine when it was anything but. He was about to call her on it, when she continued.
“We talked for a few minutes. She’d heard about the accident. Turns out she’d heard of you, too,” she added, those deep green eyes leveling on him.
Ahhhh. So that was it. He shoved a hand in his pocket and met her gaze. “Really?”
“Yes. She said your family is well-known in Archer. That you do a lot for the community.”
He heard the slight catch in her voice. “Well, we try to be good corporate citizens,” Tom said lightly. “So, let me guess,” he continued, pushing off from the wall and walking toward her. “She also reads the newspapers, and knows all about the crap they print about my family, including me and my ex-wife. Is that it?”
“Why haven’t you told me about that? I mean, I can see why it wouldn’t come up in early conversations, but we’ve talked a lot, Tom.”
He put down his glass and moved in front of her, the wariness in her eyes clutching at his heart.
“Let’s put it this way,” he told her, smoothing a strand of hair from her face. “When I’m with you, the farthest thing from my mind is my ex-wife. Why the hell would I want to talk about her?”
Meetings of Chance, coming soon in digital and paperback!