HE sat up, now seated across from her. His face showed that concern. What about Leonard now? He needed to be sure what he heard.
“About who?” his voice cut through the silence of the bedroom, his tone carrying both worry and irritation.
“Leonard,” she repeated, softer this time, her gaze dropping to her lap as though saying his name was heavy.
Adrian leaned back against a pillow. He could already feel where this conversation was headed.
“What about Leonard?”
“Talk to him,” Amelia said, her voice barely above a whisper now.
Adrian gave a short laugh that lacked humor.
“Why should I talk to him?”
Her eyes shot up.
“Because you are his friend! Who else do you expect to do it?”
The irritation in her tone made Adrian rub his forehead.
“Amelia…”
“No, Adrian, listen.” She leaned f
