“Is that why you were being so weird?” Elizabeth asked as she reached for the duvet that had been left folded neatly beside the couch to pull over herself. “Because you were thinking about the night we met?”
Sawyer draped his arm around her affectionately and kissed her cheek as she made herself comfortable.
“No.”
It wasn’t the answer she had expected, but at least he hadn’t been upset with her for bringing it up again.
“Are you going to tell me the truth?”
“Telling you I wanted you wasn’t believable?”
“It was believable; but I am not convinced it was the truth.”
“Would you like a drink?”
He pushed the covers off them and stood up before she could respond, and got dressed as she sat watching him with a look of confusion on her face.
“A drink?”
“Yes. Would you like one? I don’t e
