She was doing her damnedest not to be miserable.
Mélanie bit her lip. “It’s going to be dangerous,” she offered carefully. The kitchen seemed too small, too tight; Jasper was getting ready to go out and she wanted to wrap herself around him and make him stay.
“I think it’s worth the risk.” Jasper’s smile was still bright; he wasn’t looking at her right now, so she could look as worried as she wanted without bothering him. “Besides, it’s not going to be that dangerous.” Continue reading