Two days later, Zachary found himself alone with Lydia for the first time since she had walked in on them.
“You still sure you have everything under control?” Lydia said after Trish disappeared upstairs to take a shower.
Zachary looked at her and said, “Yes.”
“Have you seen the way you look at him?”
He didn’t even want to know.
“Let it go, Lydia,” he said with a sigh, dropping himself onto the couch.
Lydia gave him a stubborn look he’d become very familiar with. “Why are you still here? It’s afternoon.”
Zachary met her eyes steadily. “We had to accelerate Trish' rehabilitation program. She has training sessions twice a day now.”
She pursed her lips, clearly not believing him. “But—”