She froze.
Urgh. What was it with these guys? Why did they have the power to control her?
He crooked a finger at her.
Wait. Was he serious right now?
Then he pointed to the ground in front of him.
Arabella placed her hands on her hips.
Resist. Resist.
He did it again. Crooked a finger and pointed at the ground. Somehow, she knew she was going to be in big trouble if he had to do it a third time. Suddenly she found herself walking toward him and stopping to stare up at him.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to crook a finger at someone? And to point.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t pointing at you.”
“It doesn’t make a difference. You were being bossy with your finger.”
“Bossy with my finger?” he said, sounding amused.
“Yes, you have a bossy finger.”
“You seem to think I should apologize for that?”
“Well, an apology would be nice.”
Although she couldn’t see it happening, it was good that he recognized he should apologize.
“Then why did you do as I commanded?” he asked.
“What?”
“If you think it was rude, why did you obey me?”
“Well, I . . . I . . . I don’t really know.”
“Could it be because you know I’m in charge and that you should do as I say?”
“What? No! That’s crazy! You’re not in charge of me.”
He snorted.
Right. Well. It might be time to change the topic of conversation.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Going for a run. What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m running too. But you were staring at that rundown old house. Do you know it?”
“Yeah, it’s where I used to live.”
“Oh. Wow. You lived out here?” Kind of a dumb question since he’d just said that. But he didn’t tell her that. Instead, he nodded.
“Does someone else own it now? I guess it’s a shame it was left to deteriorate.”
