Something hardened in his expression. “Don’t start that again.” Start what? “‘You’ve been so kind to me,’” he mocked, throwing her words from the churchyard back in her face. “This isn’t kindness, Vivienne. I’m not being nice to you.” Then what is it? “You really need me to say it?” His laugh came out short. She heard the click of his swallow. “Fine, I’ll say it. I like you, Vivienne.”
