“What?”
I shake my head. Ease back. “Nothing.”
She flings one pink-clad leg over another and presses herself even closer to the opposite door.
I frown at her. At the giant space between us. The moment we left Novah and her fiancé, Elizabeth withdrew into herself like a turtle ducking her head into a shell.
It reminded me of the way she acted in the taxi after our marriage ceremony.
That time, I got her out of her funk by buying her a ring.
This time…
“Should we go get my ring now?” I ask hopefully.
“No.”
“But—”
“I have work,” she says firmly.
“Well, you have a connection with the boss so—”
Her head swings my way. Angry brown eyes take me in.
I clear my throat. “Fine. We’ll just go to work.”
Silence falls again.
I glance up front and find Gerard observing us through his dark shades. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his censure through his tightened lips.
I arch an eyebrow. What? What did I do?
He just shakes his head in a silent rebuke.
A few minutes later, Gerard slows the SUV in front of Gran’s building. I open my mouth to say something to Elizabeth, but she cuts me off by tossing a sweet smile at Gerard. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No problem, ma’am.”
I wait for her to say something to me.
She doesn’t.
Without a backward glance, Elizabeth throws her door open, flings herself out and hurries into the building.
I sigh deeply.
Run a hand over my face.
Think back to that cake tasting.
Is she upset because I was late?
I deliberate the matter, searching for every possible explanation. A vision of Elizabeth, eyes wide and mouth slack as I pull away after kissing her good and proper fills my mind.
Had I laid it on too thick?
Was she unsatisfied with my performance?