Lily Turner's face was awash with tears, and when Easton Holmes suddenly burst in, she hadn't had time to wipe them away. Her long, curled eyelashes were studded with tears, and as she blinked, the drops fell precipitously.
"Why are you crying?"
He looked down at her tear-streaked face and hesitated for a moment before using his hand to wipe away the tears from her cheek.
"There's no particular reason, I just felt like crying."
Lily said somewhat guiltily. To conceal her own unease, she lowered her head and pretended to wipe her tears with her hand, avoiding the man's somewhat intense gaze.
Having been with Lily for so long, Easton could easily tell whether she was being truthful. With one hand, he lifted her chin to make her look directly at him.
"Feel like crying? Do you think you're in a movie? Cry when you want, do whatever you like."
He didn't believe her explanation; there had to be something she was hiding in her heart.
