Elliot only stared at her, so long she began to feel him enter her soul. “What about last weekend. What about—” But his words cut off, and he looked to the floor.
She placed her mug to the counter, harder than she intended. “We agreed not to talk about it. We agreed it would be one night. We said—”
“I know what we said.”
She swallowed again. “Then what are you asking me?”
His jaw flexed. “I don’t know.”
“Go out with Mary tonight, Elliot. Have a good time.”
His brows pinched together, shadowing the storm that grew underneath. “Okay.”