“You can’t just break into hotel rooms, Vince.”
“It wasn’t breaking in.”
“Oh,you’re right, I forgot. Crows own everything, so why knock?”
I shrugged slightly. “Didn’t say I was right. Just said I wasn’t leaving.”
She stared at me, arms crossed. “And what, exactly, do you want?”
“I wanted to see you.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Well, you’ve seen me. Mission accomplished.”
I smirked. Couldn’t help it. Because for the first time all night. She sounded like her again.
“Seriously, do you just casually override security whenever someone doesn’t text you back?” she pulled her robe tighter,
“Only when I’m feeling sentimental.”
“You don’t feelanything, Crow.” She moved to the minibar, grabbed a glass, poured water like she needed a task.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her. “You always this dramatic with your hotel exits?”
“You always this invasive with your entrances?”
“Only when I’m not sure I’ll be invited back.”
She sipped. “You won’t be.”
That one actually made me laugh.
She looked at me sideways. “Is this funny to you?”
“No. It’s just nice to hear you say something without trying to sound perfect.”
She huffed. “I am perfect.”
I put my hands in my pocket. Something had happened since I last saw her.
“Yeah, that’s the problem.”
She held my stare for too long. The silence between us shifted. It wasn’t sharp anymore. It was heavier.
“So what now?” She took a sip of her water.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
I nodded toward her glass. “Are you planning on throwing that glass at me, or do I get to sit down?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You can sit. But you’re not staying.” She didn’t look at me. “And you stick to that side.”
“Glad to have a side,” I stopped myself from smirking. Only just though. She was adorable grumpy.
“That makes one of us.”
