Chapter 63
Neither of them had much appetite for breakfast, although they both headed for the coffee pot again. Knowing they'd need it, Mark had taken the time to set it up on a timer before they'd left. He knew Chloe wasn't nearly as together as she pretended. The scene at Sherry's had shaken her up more than she allowed herself to show. But he saw how the color leached from her face, lines of strain bracketing her mouth and hollowing her cheeks. She was thinking of Melinda. Imagining her in that situation. And doing her best to clamp a lid on her imagination. He figured the best thing he could for her right now was distract her and keep her occupied. While she showered he made sandwiches and filled a cooler with them and bottles of water.
By the time he was finished, Chloe was out of the bathroom, dressed again in jeans and a t-shirt, towel drying her hair. She looked marginally better although her face was still pale and he noticed a faint trembling in her hands.