No?
“I mean, not one of yours,” she said, feeling embarrassed.Like he was going to just give you a knife.
“I’ll buy my own.”
North shot her a look. “You will not. Come, follow me.”
“What do you mean I will not? If I want to buy a knife, I can. I have money.”
Well, she had Zander’s credit card. She'd normally feel bad about using his money, but it might be quite amusing to see his reaction to her using it to buy a knife.
He’d likely approve.
Although she still didn’t know where her handbag was.
“Do you have my handbag?” she asked North.
“Yes.”
“Can I have it?”
“No.”
“You are a very frustrating man!” she cried.
“I’m aware.”
“I want to buy a knife,” she told North.
“You will not buy yourself a knife. I will get you a knife.” North walked out of the gym and she trailed along behind him.
How the heck did he move that fast? She struggled to keep up.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“You’re not getting a knife unless I buy it for you,” he told her. “And I’m only getting you a knife when I believe you’re ready for it.”
She frowned. “And how long will that take?”
“As long as I say it will.”
Rude.
She gave up trying to keep up with him. She’d manage to find her own way back to her room.
It wasn’t like the house was that big. She’d just become temporarily disorientated before.
That was all.
Oh, there was the library! She loved the library.
Stepping in, she ran her fingers over the spines of the books. She’d almost gone through all the books that North had given her. Maybe she’d choose some more.
She wrinkled her nose at the choices. Why was there no romance? The titles were all so boring.
“What are you doing?” North suddenly asked.
She jumped with a yelp, spinning to look at him. “Jesus. Do I need to put a bell around your neck or something?”
