“So?” I echo, not quite sure what he’s asking.
He blows out a breath and leans back in the seat next to me.
It takes a second to realize his silence is loaded.
He’s counting to ten, silently.
Damn.
I don’t think I’ve ever made him this mad.
There’s a first time for everything, but this isn’t a first I ever wanted to hit.
He exhales loudly and then gives me a stilted smile.
“The application. You think it’s ready to send?”
“Oh. Right. That,” I murmur.
It’s the real reason for his stormy mood.
That realization doesn’t make me feel any better.
“The application is perfect,” I start, seeing the relief in his eyes and knowing I’ve eased his mind.
I could leave it at that, but I’m too unsettled to keep my mouth shut for a happy life.
“Are you sure you want to send it?”
I watch him carefully as he starts to frown.
“What do you mean? You’re the one who suggested …”
“I know. But this whole thing … It feels like there’s something more behind it.”
He pulls a face, the same way he always does when I bring up anything that might sound “shrinky”. I expect him to follow the look up with a derisive refusal.
Instead, he asks, “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But you’re getting really agitated.”
He sighs and sinks back into the couch.
“That’s just how I get when something’s bothering me.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I joke, making him crack a vaguely amused smile.
I don’t know how to tell him that this feels different.
It’s not the first time something has riled him up.
I could be overthinking it.
It’s definitely not the first time I’ve done that.
Falcon lets out a soft growl as he folds his arms across his chest.
“That guy at the Alpha Alliance is an asshole,” he mutters. “All he had to do was let me see her. Just once. That’s all.”
