Winter's Edge
““What the hell do you mean by locking me out of my own house?” Patrick’s voice was dark with anger. She turned to the little clock beside the bed, trying to squash down her initial panic. Three-thirty.
“I assumed you weren’t coming home tonight,” she answered haughtily, pulling the sheets around her thinly-clad shoulders.
“I’m nervous when I’m left alone at night.” She switched on the light and met his angry gaze with a cool assurance that matched L’ksa Canning’s most intimidating stare.
“Oh, b...ut you weren’t alone, were you?” he demanded with mock sweetness, coming to stand by the bed. He was even more handsome than usual, the anger and frustration making his deep blue eyes glitter in the dim light. He’d been drinking, not enough to make him drunk, just enough to give him an edge. It should have frightened her, but instead she wanted to reach out and soothe away the angry lines in his forehead. She didn’t dare.
Besides, she was equally furious.
“What do you mean by that?”MoreLess
“I assumed you weren’t coming home tonight,” she answered haughtily, pulling the sheets around her thinly-clad shoulders.
“I’m nervous when I’m left alone at night.” She switched on the light and met his angry gaze with a cool assurance that matched L’ksa Canning’s most intimidating stare.
“Oh, b...ut you weren’t alone, were you?” he demanded with mock sweetness, coming to stand by the bed. He was even more handsome than usual, the anger and frustration making his deep blue eyes glitter in the dim light. He’d been drinking, not enough to make him drunk, just enough to give him an edge. It should have frightened her, but instead she wanted to reach out and soothe away the angry lines in his forehead. She didn’t dare.
Besides, she was equally furious.
“What do you mean by that?”MoreLess
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