When Xena avoided his eyes, Zac’s expression darkened. “Are you hiding something from me?”“No… Mr. Lincoln, have you been drinking tonight? Let me make you some tea.”She quickly got up and started toward the kitchen, but before she had taken more than a few steps, he blocked her path.“Xena, you had better not be lying to me.”Her face paled, though she forced a smile. “I’m not, really.”Zac said nothing more. He brushed past her and sat down on the sofa. Seeing that he was no longer pressing the issue, she hurried into the kitchen.Zac watched her retreating figure, words rising and falling in his mind that he never spoke aloud. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked toward the door. “I still have work to do at the office. I’ll come by another day.”Xena turned quickly, but by the time she looked back, he was already gone.*The next morning, Liz was woken by the sound of her phone ringing. She groped for it on the nightstand and answered groggily, “Hello, who’s this?”
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