“Brett, is something wrong? You look so unhappy.” Touching his hand, she looked into his dark brown eyes. With a pang, she thought again of Ben.
“No, Emmelia, but I know you’re lonely.” Biting his lower lip, he seemed to make up his mind about something. “You miss him a lot don’t you?”
Emme got very busy with buttering her toast. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brett. Miss whom?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Emme. You talked in your sleep and you cried some too. This guy, Ben. He must be a hell of a man. You’re hopelessly hooked, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted, shyly.
© 2017 Dellani Oakes