"No, I wouldn't," Avery says, grabbing the pen from Evan. "I trust you."
"Are you sure about that?" Evan asks with a small smile.
Evan presses his leg against hers and strokes her arm. A few strands of hair have fallen across her face, and he tucks them behind her ear. Avery looks away guiltily. She wants to swear that she trusts him, but she realizes it's not true. A part of her still thinks he might have fathered Leonie's child. She knows it's irrational, but she just can't forget about that afternoon in the bedroom—it seemed so real.
"I'm not sure," she whispers.
"Why don't you trust me?" Evan asks. He lifts her head so he can look into her eyes. "Please tell me."
Avery puts her hands on his shoulders and says, "I don't actually know you that well."