in front of the old wall safe.
His back was straight, his shoulders tense, and his hands were clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles were white.
“Dan?” I said lightly. “What are you doing?”
No answer.
I laughed, trying to brush away the sudden prickle of unease. “Are you nervous? Because if this is about wedding-night jitters, I promise I—”
He continue reading …
