“What’s the matter?” he asked. Self-preservation kicked in over the panic and I lied. “Nothing.” He turned fully to me and his arm went around the back of my chair again, his other forearm resting on the table, fencing me in. “What’s the matter?” he repeated. “Nothing!” I snapped. He watched me for a couple of beats and then he said calmly, “We’re gonna have to work at kickin’ your lying habit.”
