Chapter 7

Wade pulled back like he’d been burned, breaking free of his grasp. He raised his eyes to Lance’s. “Thank you,” he said, his voice rough. “I-I need to…to talk to Lorna.”

“Sure. Okay,” Lance murmured and stepped aside, sympathetic eyes still on Wade’s face.

Wade pushed past him without another word, focusing on the various pictures from his childhood hanging on the wall and trying hard to slow his heart rate. He was acting like the smitten teenager he used to be, not the confident adult he was.

Lorna stood at the marble-topped island that took up much of the kitchen area, fussing over the many serving platters piled high with mini sandwiches, deviled eggs, crackers, perfectly cut vegetables with a variety of dips, and sliced breads and rolls, as well as a massive casserole dish full of Wade’s favorite scalloped potatoes. All were ready to be taken to the buffet tables set up in the dining room.