“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, looking genuinely apologetic.
1 immediately turned my gaze away from him, staring at anything and everything except his face. The counter. The cabinets. The coffee maker. Anywhere but those eyes that had been looking at me so intensely
last night.
It’s okay, just my reflexes,” I said quickly, trying to sound normal and probably failing completely.
“How was your night?” he asked, and his voice sounded perfectly casual, like nothing had happened
between us at all.
“Fine. Fine,” I said way too quickly, trying to look busy with anything I could find.
There was a pause, and then he asked, “What are you doing?”
My heart stopped completely. This was it. He was going to bring up the kiss. He was going to ask me what the hell I thought I was doing yesterday.
Or maybe say, what happened yesterday was inappropriate and that we needed to pretend it never happened. What was I supposed to say? That I’d temporarily lost my mind?
I’m going to die of embarrassment right here in the kitchen.
“Huh?” was all I managed to say, raising my eyebrows and trying to look confused instead of terrified.
“Are you trying to wash that bottle of water?” he asked, and I could hear the amusement in his voice.
I followed his gaze down to my hands and realized was holding the bottle of water under the kitchen faucet, scrubbing it with my other hand like it was dirty
Oh my God. I was literally trying to wash a bottle of water. Like it needed to be cleaned. Like that made any sense at all.
I dropped the bottle immediately, and I could feel my face turning about fifty shades of red. A nervous laugh escaped me, even though what I really wanted to do was disappear into thin air.
Who washes bottled water? Apparently the same person who kisses grieving men at the worst possible
moment.
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Chapter 65
I just couldn’t stop showing him how much he affected me, and he definitely knew it.
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I could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he turned around and headed toward the
door.
But just as he was about to leave, he paused and said over his shoulder, “You look like someone who got dragged through hell. You probably shouldn’t go out looking like that. Fix yourself.”
Then he was gone, leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open.
I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to get my breathing under control. At least he hadn’t brought up the kiss. That was something, right?
But then his last words hit me like a slap in the face.
Fix yourself? He told me to fix myself?
He was right – I did look exactly like someone who’d been dragged through hell. But still, that wasn’t exactly the nicest way to tell a woman she looked terrible. All the fear and embarrassment from last night suddenly transformed into pure irritation.
I gritted my teeth together. That wasn’t how you talked to a lady, even if she did look like a zombie.
“F**k you, Tristan Hayes,” I muttered under my breath.
“I heard that” I heard him say as he chuckle from somewhere outside the kitchen.
I froze. His voice came from outside the kitchen, but he should have been long gone by now. How could he possibly have heard me from that distance?
I looked around the empty kitchen, confused and a little spooked. There was no way he could have heard me whisper that from wherever he was in the house.
How could he hear me from that far away? That was weird.
Unless…
No. That was impossible. Werewolf hearing was good, but it wasn’t that good. Was it?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
