After, The Silence
“I won’t be home for dinner.”
Jordan’s fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Again?”
He finally met her eyes then, something sharp flickering behind them. Impatience. “Jordan, I have a deposition that ran over and a client dinner afterward. You know how this goes.”
I know how this feels, she almost said.
Instead, she nodded. Again.
The elevator dinged. Jay stepped out first, already moving forward, already gone.
“Jay,” she called softly.
He stopped, turning halfway. “What?”