CHAPTER 13

  Peach angled her head backwards, the green of her eyes picking in Shane's grey eyes. He was indeed here. She could only see his face, and shoulders. With what she could see, he was in a turn-up sweater, which was so evident as his hand rested at the tip of her chair.

  She noticed that he looked uptight, even as he made an effort to look laidback. It just wasn't working. He reminded her of how he had been on the first night they'd met each other. The night when she'd summoned a shock of courage from God-knows-where and walked up to him. He had looked so tortured then, and he looked so tortured now.

  How could she pick out his discomfort when she was also deep-feet in a swirling hurricane? Yes, that sounded about right. Right now, shouldn't she focus on her feelings and emotions? But still, she could not.

  She licked her lips tentatively, and whispered, "Are you all right?"