She didn't understand where his sudden paranoid was coming from. It wasn't as if the previous night was the only walk she'd ever gone on since moving in Augustus" house. She wasn't pushing him away. In fact, she could vividly recall a pleasant and passionate tumble in the bed only steps away before they fell asleep the night before. There wasn't a lot to do in the endless waiting for something to happen. They'd been able to pass the time in pleasurable ways many times since arriving. Why was he so convinced she already had one foot out the door?