Grace and Haines's night usually started with her birthday dinners. Even now, she hadn't changed her mind about catching up to his age. Perhaps, at this point, it was out of spite. Not toward him, but toward the feeling that either of them had been born too early or too late.
After the short celebration, Grace jumped into the car where Haines was already waiting.
"I did my best to leave as fast as I could," she said with a grin.
Haines cast her a brief glance and wordlessly started the engine. Her brows arched slightly; she could still sense that strange air around him.
I think I'm just imagining it.
The two of them had been fine all this time. Even before the birthday dinner, he'd sent her a short message letting her know he would be late. There was no reason to think there was something they needed to discuss. Nothing that could even remotely qualify as their first argument.
Brushing off the nagging feeling, Grace let the silence settle in the car for a while.
