The rest of the ride Marissa kept thinking what went wrong. He was still responding to her questions but had gone suddenly quiet.
When they reached home, he turned off the engine and leaned back tilting his head towards her.
"We are home," he muttered in a low voice. Marissa glanced outside the window and then turned to him.
"Will you come inside to meet the kids?" she asked.
Instead of answering her, he unbuckled his seat belt and bent over to unbuckle hers too. However, he didn't straighten and stayed there near her.
His hands were placed on both sides of her seat. And his face was dangerously close to hers.
"I want to," he said looking into her eyes, "but something came up. An emergency. I'll come to meet kids soon," he murmured brushing away her black hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear.
When his hand brushed her cheek, she had a feeling that he was using her hair as an excuse to touch her face.
