“More or less.” Lia’s reply was flippant, but she took a step toward him. “Dean—” “No,” Dean said. No, you don’t want to hear it? No, she doesn’t get to do this to you? Dean didn’t elaborate. “Thank goodness you’re home, Lia.” Michael strolled into the room. “Dean is awfully prone to talking about feelings when you’re MIA.” “Would this be an inappropriate time to say ‘aha’?” Sloane interjected from the floor. “Because aha!” If Sloane had been even the least bit capable of guile, I would have thought she’d come to Lia’s rescue on purpose.
