Pamela wanted to tell him he was wrong. Who on earth shared? Was it even possible? He was being gentle with her, which was also weird. Giving her a kiss atop her head, then upon each hand as he drew them away. Her gut instinct was to snatch them away from him. What was he doing? Was this a new way for him to meddle with her?
Anger swelled in her chest like a great balloon. Replacing the confusion and her face, while still beautiful, transformed to express the emotion. "Don't try to fix me," she snarled, "I'm not broken." Pam turned, opening the door and climbing out of the car quickly, fixing her clothes and turning to face the manor she called her home.
Her garden. She needed to go to her garden. Yes, that would clear her mind, that was her safe place.