Turning in his seat, he focused his breathing and relaxed his jaw before replying.
“Being a gentleman and seeing you to..the…door.”
What the fuck? After everything we had been through, he didn’t trust me to go to Sammy’s door without an escort? Screw that.
Narrowing my eyes, I said, “Normally, I would praise you for your speech pattern, but I really don’t want to consider how you don’t trust me.”
“What?”
“It isn’t necessary for you to come with me.”
“I…believe it is.”
“After being with me the last three days, do you honestly think I’m going to try to run from you?”
“Not out of fear or anything along t-those lines.”
Furrowing my brows, I asked, “Then what?”
“We’re really going to do this right now?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Fine. I know you’re feeling isolated from your life and your work b-being with me.”
I blinked at him in surprise. He knew me so much better than I thought. While I hadn’t voiced my frustrations of being cooped up in the mansion, I was certainly feeling that way. And it’d only been three days.
With a sigh, I replied, “You’re right that I’m feeling isolated. While the mansion is like being at a fancy hotel, it isn’t home. And while I’m still doing my usual work, I’m not used to spending all my time with one patient.”
To my shock, hurt flashed in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was so d-difficult to be around.”
Although I probably shouldn’t have, I reached out and took his hand in mine. “You’re not difficult. I promise. What I meant is that it’s hard just working with one person away from my office and what I’m used to.”
“But you knew g-going in what it was going to be like,” he reasoned
“While that’s true, I didn’t fully understand it until I was locked in the moment.”
His dark eyes studied me. The intensity with which he stared at me caused my skin to prickle. Finally, he replied, “I know you won’t run.”
“You do?”
“You wouldn’t risk upsetting your b-brother by running.”
My mouth dropped wide. “Justmy brother? You think Sammy would be the only reason for me staying.
“And your cat that’s b-back at my house.”
“Seriously?”
With a shrug, he replied, “I suppose so.”
“I guess you forgot about the document I signed?”
“That was an NDA about my identity, not your freedom.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
“You’re angry with me,” he said with somewhat astonishment.
