She looks pretty tonight, with her hair loose and a little wavy around her shoulders. She always looks pretty, though, with her small, sloped nose, high cheekbones, and heart-shaped mouth. My eyes drop to her lap. She’s wringing her hands, and protectiveness surges through me. “Hey.” My voice goes soft as I tilt my chin at her hands. “What’s the deal?” She makes an uncertain face, shrugging. “Nervous?”
