Chapter 9
“Well?” She crossed her legs and stared at him. “Did you? Or did I misinterpret your amusement?”
Panic began to worm through Lyle’s guts. “Oh, no, ma’am. I mean, yes. As in, I wasn’t. Amused, that is—”
“It’s all right, Lyle.” She waved him closer. “I won’t tell anyone. To be honest, I found your reaction quite honest. I was rather amused myself.”
Lyle frowned. “Ma’am?”
“We don’t think like these people, you and I.” Her expression darkened into one that seemed much more genuine. “And thank God for that.”
“I don’t think I understand—”