I knew if I didn’t sit down, I would have had to pace around.
After a minute, Owen lets out a sigh and looks over at me.
“You know if you don’t want to spend any time with him, you can say so, right?”
I blink at him, and then I manage to make myself nod.
It seems like a strange question, but I guess he’s used to being suspicious of everyone.
At least, I hope that’s why he’s asking.
“I want to spend time with him,” I confirm, not seeing any change in his hard to read expression. “I don’t have any reason not to like him, unless there’s something you know that I don’t?”
He holds my gaze as he answers, “He lied to us to get access to this place, and then he turned around and decided you were his true mate. I don’t trust him. Lana doesn’t either. You should be careful around him.”
It never hurts to be cautious, so I answer, “of course.”
Owen nods and turns his head toward the door again.
I stand up when I see the door handle turning.
Falcon exits the room, his expression a little stormy.
“Everything okay?” I ask, hoping he stays true to his word and tells me what he went into Lana’s office to discuss.
He nods after a second of hesitation. “Yeah. We can go get lunch now.”
“Don’t forget to come back here when you’re done,” Lana warns him, saving her smile and softer words for me. “Have a nice time, Robin. There’s a guard in the cafeteria. You can speak to him if you need to, for any reason.”
Oh, wow.She really doesn’t trust Falcon.
It stings more than I thought it would.
She’s been so great this whole time.
She’s done so much for me.
And she doesn’t like the only guy I’ve really felt safe around since I was rescued.
That’s disappointing, but it doesn’t make me feel any differently about him.
The only person who could change my mind about that is Falcon himself.
“Thanks!” I smile back, even though it’s the last thing I feel like doing.
I don’t want her to force Falcon to leave. He hasn’t done anything wrong.
So, I take his hand in mine, and I lead him across the reception area, moving at a quick pace.
He lets go of my hand when we get to the doors, and I can tell from his reflection in the glass that he’s concerned, even before I turn to look at him.
“Hey,” he starts, keeping his voice low. “What’s wrong?”
I look back at him, trying to understand why Lana thinks he’s so untrustworthy.
There’s really only one thing he’s done that makes me feel a little weird.
“What did you have to talk to Lana about?”
