There it was.
The wall.
Not defensive exactly.
Protective.
His gaze shifted briefly toward the lake.
“My life is falling apart.”
Something ugly moved through his voice when he said it.
Frustration.
“Bad?”
A humorless laugh escaped him.
“Very.”
His fingers tightened slightly around the wine glass.
“But you…” he muttered quietly, almost frustrated with himself already. “You make everything in my head go quiet for a while.”
Jesus.
I stared at him harder.
Because there was no way he could’ve just said that seriously.
We’d barely even met.
“That was cheesy,” I informed him immediately. “And probably a lie.”
His silence answered enough.
God.
This man had apparently left everything behind to hijack my date and feed me expensive cheese beside a lake, because I didn’t answer his
