He never wanted to see that look in her eyes directed at him ever again. For the very first time in his life, he was actually fearful of Anne and what she might do. He swallowed hard, releasing the neckline of his shirt, grateful when it slid back up to cover the damning evidence. He actually moved away from her, putting some distance between them on the picnic bench, never taking his eyes from hers.
"I don't... I don't think it would be a good idea for me to tell you."