"Why did you do that?" Cade asked Ophelia, who had been pacing the floor of the house for ten minutes since they arrived.

"Do what?" she asked, pretending not to understand what he was talking about.

"Do what is making you as worried as you are right now," Cade replied.

"Worried?" she asked, coming to sit beside him. "I am not worried; why would I be?" she asked, tapping one leg to the ground as it shook violently.

"Tell that to your violent, shaky legs and wrung-up fingers." His hands rested on her leg so gently that it stopped immediately.

She turned to him, and as if she were smiling,...