Graeme's expression flickered from remorseful to confused.
"What?"
"Greta said something tonight that got me thinking," she explained, walking slowly from the bathroom door to come stand before him. He tilted his chin up to look at her, rubbing his hands together as he did.
"Oh? What was that?" he definitely hadn't prepared for this conversation.
August watched the dark intensity of his eyes that returned to being remorseful.
"The plan for the new part of the pack house came up—the one I sketched for you. I mentioned how I could relate to needing something like that at one time in my life," she gulped and looked away from him. "I told them it was because of Alan. Anyway… Greta asked if you had paid him a visit while you were away. She said she couldn't imagine you would allow anyone to get away with hurting me."
