C21 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“What are you thinking about?” Thomas asks from the chair across hers, a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Nothing.”

“Are you thinking about him?” he asks before taking a sip of his drink. Melina doesn’t need him to say the name to figure out who the “him” is.

“No,” she says, wondering why he’s asking.

“You should learn to do a better job at lying.”

“I’m sorry,” she says