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Ezra lowered his face to nuzzle his low growth against my temple. “We’ve been married for two years, Lyria. I know my wife pretty well. Something is wrong.”
Reaching above me, I cradled his face while it rested against my hair. “I don’t know, Ezra. I’m just not feeling this event.”
Ezra raised his face from its perch. “Why aren’t you in a state of jubilation?” He kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and reveled in his tenderness. “Your second book is coming alive on the big screen, yet you’ve toned-down that accomplishment.” On hearing his concerns I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “I don’t understand all the misery you seem to be feeling.”
Finally, Ezra grasped my shoulders and turned me around. To avoid his stare, I cast my eyes toward the floor. “I don’t know Ezra. I just don’t feel like celebrating, this time.”
Shaking me gently Ezra acknowledged, “You’re Lyria Grayson, the famous author. Not everyone can say their book has been turned into a movie. Victorian Dreams is still pulling down millions. Now, your other book has also been selected.” He kissed my forehead. “You should be elated. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
As if a chill passed over me I stroked my shoulders. Sensing my shiver, Ezra’s strong hands passed over mine. “There’s something I need to do, Ezra.”