Whit found she didn't like his almost hesitant way of speaking, that it unnerved her greatly. None of this telling had gone how she planned, at all, and now that it was done, she only felt more overwhelmed, not less. As long as she'd only had to tell him, she'd only had to think that far ahead. Now the rest of it was looming alarmingly in front of her and she didn't like it, not one damn bit.
Jesus Christ, what have we gotten ourselves into?
Shaking her head slightly, she bent to pick up her bag. "I think we both should just take some time to think about all of this, for now," she said, then reached out and gripped the back of a chair to steady herself against the wave of lightheadedness.