CHAPTER 70: LIAM AND ARIANA
ARIANA
The safehouse kitchen is too small for two people who especially don't want to be near each other.
I concluded on this when I walked in looking for coffee and found Liam already at the counter, and the correct response at that point would have been to turn around, go back down the hall, and wait until he was done. That is what a reasonable person would have done. Instead I am now standing at the opposite end of the same counter pretending to be very interested in the grain of the wooden surface while he moves around in my peripheral vision like a problem I haven't figured out how to solve yet.
"There's coffee," he says.
"I can see that."
"I made enough for two."
"I didn't ask you to."
He sets a mug down at my end of the counter without another word and goes back to his side of the kitchen. I look at the mug. I look at him. I pick up the mug.
