Chassie said just to break the awkward silence. “He’s givin’ us some time.” Trevor crouched in front of her. His eyes searched hers, the pale blue irises clouded with concern. “Talk to me, baby.” When Chassie didn’t respond, Trevor curled his hands around her hips, jerking her forward. His quick movement surprised her so much she flinched. Dammit. She hadn’t meant to do that. The muscle in Trevor’s jaw rippled, a sign he’d clenched his teeth together. She reached for him, the need to soothe automatic. She took time to glide her hand up his arm, wanting the contact of his skin on hers. “Trevor, you startled me, that was all. I wasn’t recoiling from your touch.” “You sure?” Trevor’s scrutiny was the most intense he’d ever given her. “I don’t want no secrets between us.” “I’m sure. It was…” Were there words to describe how she’d felt at seeing her husband’s unadulterated joy at being with another man? “Was what?” “Not what I expected.”
