Was it because he hadn’t asked to see the scars? Did she want that?
This morning, he’d teased her again, driving her higher and higher to the edge then pulling away.
The bastard.
But he hadn’t asked to see her scars and he’d let her shower and get dressed alone before coming to get her for breakfast.
They still seemed to think she couldn’t move up and down the stairs alone.
Ridiculous.
Or was she more upset over the fact that she hadn’t seen North in nearly twenty-four hours?
Where was he?
This wasn’t cool.
Suddenly, the door to the solarium where she’d been trying to do some yoga opened and North stepped in.
She moved around so she was sitting on her bottom. The yoga hadn’t really been working, anyway. “North! Where have you been?”
He raised an eyebrow as he ran his gaze over her. Almost like he was trying to memorize her. Or like he wanted to eat her.
“I’ve been looking into Rex’s disappearance.”
“Did you find anything?” she asked.
He frowned. “No.” He walked over to stand next to her mat and she stood.
What was going on with him? Why did he look so upset? Because he hadn’t found anything about Rex?
Or maybe because he’d learned she’d slept in Jared’s bed last night?
North wasaware that she was looking at him warily.
“Something wrong?”
“What? No. Why?”
“Because you keep staring at me like you think I’m going to eat you.”
She flinched. “Sorry.”
Hell.
He’d been hoping that she might bite back at him. Instead, she was apologizing.
Something he despised.
“I don’t like you apologizing all the time.”
“Oh, um, sor . . . shit,” she muttered. “That’s a hard habit to stop.”
“Who taught you to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Apologize. Especially when you’re not at fault.”
