William and Simone went to the nearby grill, and he was no closer now than he had been 1 hour ago, when he finally reached the cottage, to knowing what was wrong. Indeed, he had no clue why Simone wanted some time away. Had he messed up somewhere down the line?
If he had, she sure was acting as if everything was cool between them, and that only fueled his confusion some more.
He tried to keep a calm, even voice when he asked, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing really,” she attempted to brush it off, her eyes not meeting his, her hand rising to rearrange a lock of her hair.
“If nothing sends you running for the hills, then I am not sure who you are,” he drawled, only half jokingly.
Her gaze focused on him at long last, and he could see confusion swimming in the depths of
