Seeing she didn't answer, he pressed on, refusing to let it go. "Can you give it to me?"
She knew what he meant. She answered that she couldn't.
Zane Jennings smiled. It was what he'd expected, so he wasn't too disappointed. "Then don't ask things like that." He tilted his chin up slightly. "Let's eat. I'll leave when we're done."
The moon was bright and the stars were few, and the evening wind was chilly. After their late-night snack, Erin Lowell sat on the sofa. The last surgery had drained her, and the moment her mind went blank, a wave of sleepiness washed over her.
After eating, Zane Jennings didn't rush to leave. He cleared the table, sorted the trash, and was about to speak, but when he turned around, he stopped short.
She must have been truly exhausted. Erin Lowell was slumped against the back of the sofa, her chin resting on her knees.
Swaying unsteadily.
Afraid of waking her, Zane Jennings didn't go over. His gaze rested on her face, direct and bold.
