“You are very jumpy tonight, Tessa.” And good gods, she jolted again at Theon’s whispered voice near her ear. He reached across her, picking up the small bottle of ginger ale and pouring it into the glass for her. Then his lips were at her ear again. “It makes me think there is something, or perhaps several things, you are keeping from me.” Tessa resisted the urge to swallow, reaching for the glass of ginger ale. “It has just been a long day,” she replied softly.
