slow process, and the hebetude of it all makes me nervous.” “Pardon?” She met his eyes. It took her a beat to understand. “The languidness. The waiting. The longer we wait for answers—” “The more anxious you feel, of course,” he finished. “Perhaps you could move it farther west. Won’t have to worry about the law, then.” “For a time, perhaps.” She turned her hand around and clasped his fingers. “But sooner or later, secrets catch up with everyone.”
