Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Cassian noticed immediately.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
I didn’t turn around right away. “No. Just … looking around.”
His gaze followed mine.
To the scarf.
A beat of silence.
Then, evenly, “It’s not what you think.”
I turned, crossing my arms loosely. “That’s interesting.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t say what I thought.”
“You didn’t have to.”
That irritated me more than it should have.
“Do you always assume you know what I’m thinking?” I asked.
“No. Just when it’s obvious.”
I let out a slow breath. “It’s a woman’s.”
“Yes.”
The directness caught me off guard.
“Okay,” I said. “And?”
“And it doesn’t mean what you’re implying.”
“Which is?”
“That I had someone here.”
The words landed sharper than I intended.
I shrugged, aiming for casual and not quite landing it. “It’s a reasonable assumption.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
His gaze held mine, steady, unflinching.
“I don’t bring women here,” he said.
My pulse flicked.
