“You set that thing up for us, right? When do I meet the girl?”
Benton’s green eyes had always seemed attractive to her, but now they were cold and frightening. Riva cringed, fighting back welling tears.
“Um…”
“You sounded so confident the last time we talked on the phone,” Benton said. “I was so proud of you and so sure you’d overcome your fears.”
She couldn’t help staring. He had to know she hadn’t set anything up. That twitch at the corners of his lips had to mean he understood what was really going on. Still, here he was, talking as if he was sure she’d made plans with a girl—even when she’d already told him she didn’t know any girls to ask.