Hugh stared at me for a long time before recapturing my hand in his. “What’s wrong?” “What do you mean?” “You look scared.” His eyes searched mine. “You’re not telling me something.” “I’m fine.” Smiling, I forced a laugh, but it was a weak attempt. “Honestly, I’m grand, Hugh.” He didn’t look convinced. “Talk to me.” I couldn’t. Oh God, I wanted to. But I just couldn’t.
