“I tip onto my toes and reach into an overhead cupboard. Glancing over my shoulder, waiting for Dace to react, but he remains frustratingly silent. “Hello? Anyone home?” I drop onto my heels and unload an armful of glasses onto the counter. Poking his shoulder, I say, “Dace. Hey. You in there?” He squints. Shakes his head. Requiring a handful of seconds to travel from his private world of faraway thoughts to the tiny kitchen in Enchantment, New Mexico, where we both stand. “Sorry. Guess ...I’m a little preoccupied.” He swipes a hand through his hair, pushes his bangs from his eyes. “A little?” I quirk a brow, make a face. But when he fails to react, I say, “Anything you want to talk about?” He meets my question with a conflicted look. “Did something happen at work?” He rubs a hand over his chin, purposely avoiding my gaze.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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