Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Nine
He looked at her again. Really looked.
Not the guarded glances he had been throwing her way, not the controlled distance but straight into her eyes, as if he were searching for something and hating himself for needing to. Confusion flickered there, brief and unwelcome, clashing with everything he'd decided about her.
She held his stare, unblinking.
"What are you saying?" she asked finally, disbelief cutting through her tone. "Are you implying I sleep with him too?"
Something inside him snapped cleanly.
"I don't care," he barked. The words tore out of him before restraint could catch up. "Whether you do or not. Whether you did or wished you did." His voice dropped, sharp and final. "Get out of my sight."
The room went still.
Her eyes flashed. Whatever patience she had dragged in with her shattered.
