"What do you need me to do?" she asked, glad that her voice didn't reveal the emotions within her.
Becky released a soft sigh and looked around the room before turning back to face Megan. "I assume you're over eighteen?" Megan grimaced but nodded.
Do I really look that young? She didn't think so, but perhaps whatever was needed required an adult. Then she remembered the stories she'd heard about this family, not to mention her own experiences, and she had an idea of what would be needed. But if she was hurt that bad, how would sex help?
"Good. Now, forgive me, but I don't really know you, or how you came to be a part of my husband's group. Are you in a relationship?"
Megan's lips turned down, and she glanced at Eldon but shook her head. She wanted to be in an official relationship with him, but he needed to man-up and ask her.
Why did he flinch when I shook my head?
