“Shane.” Greta came around the island so she was standing next to him. He swiveled to face her more directly. “You can trust me. Really.” Her eyes held no deception. Not a drop.
“You scare me,” he admitted seriously. She didn't laugh or even crack a smile. Another slow blink as she looked at the center of his chest. “You must know how much you look like her.” He couldn't stop himself from saying it. That brought her eyes back to his and he marveled at the blue. So different from Lucy.
“I'm not her. And I have no intention of trying to be her,” Greta whispered roughly.