“You mean while you were ignoring me?” He didn’t answer, but his back felt as if he’d stopped breathing under my palms. When he finally did respond, his voice was quiet. “I was never ignoring you, Pen.” “Then what were you doing?” I leaned back to see his eyes, because the answer to one of my deepest questions that had plagued me for years would surely be resting in them. His brown eyes flicked over my face, landing on my lips.
