On Chase's calm, handsome face, a flicker of something complicated passed. He suddenly leaned back in his chair, lifted a hand to his forehead, and rubbed at his temples on both sides.
Renee Langdon didn't press him. She only said, "If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. It's just that…"
"It's just that, since it has something to do with you, I should tell you everything." Chase lowered his hand and let out a soft laugh.
But in his deep, dark eyes, a heavy flash of hurt suddenly cut through.
