BRIDGETTE.

He didn't believe me. And that didn't take long to figure out because his eyes stayed on my face for a moment, searching, and then my demeanour thawed and gave away the worry that I'd been hiding beneath the surface. Then he stopped closer, wordlessly, hand raised as he reached out to touch my arm. 

"No, it's not." The words rolled off softly, and his eyes were gentle. But it didn't change my impression of him. 

"There's something you want to talk about, isn't it?" 

My eyes darted away, fearing that my anger would melt if I kept looking back at those innocent eyes of his. He looked so...