Not scary terrifying, protective terrifying.
His jaw flexed.“Well?”
I glanced behind him toward the clubhouse porch where even more club members had started appearing to watch the show.
Great, an audience.
I looked back at Push innocently.“Well, what?”
His eyes narrowed.“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing out here?”
I smiled slightly.“I needed some air, and taking a walk seemed like a good idea.”
“You disappeared.”
“I walked outside.”
“You didn’t tell anybody.”
“I didn’t realize fresh air required paperwork.”
Push dragged a hand over his face roughly.“Jesus Christ.”
I tilted my head.“You all keep saying I’m not being held captive.”
“You’re not.”
“Then walking shouldn’t be a problem.”
“That’s not the damn point.”
“Then what is the point?”
“The point,” he bit out, “is that there’s a killer dumping bodies on this island, and you vanished without saying a word.”
I blinked at him.Oh.
That was genuine panic sitting behind the anger.
The realization softened something in me immediately, but I covered it fast.“I wasn’t planning on wandering into the woods and joining the ghost population.”
“That’s not funny.”
“A little funny.”
“No.”
“Okay, maybe a medium amount funny.”
Push stared at me hard enough that I finally started losing steam.
Not because he intimidated me exactly.
Well.
Maybe a little.
But mostly because I could see the edge beneath his anger now.He’d really thought something happened to me.
