Page 141 of Playing Dirty
Arms folded.
Not defensive.
Just… steady.
Like she wasn’t intimidated by the space.
Or me.
That should’ve been normal.
It wasn’t.
Rowan
He was watching me again.
Not in the way people usually did.
Not curiosity.
Not attention.
Something more controlled.
Like he was measuring distance without moving.
“You do realise this is going to be awkward for three days,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“That’s it?”
“What else do you want me to say.”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Something less calm.”
That got a reaction.
Small.
Barely there.
But real.
His jaw tightened slightly.
Not angry.
Just aware.
“That would make it worse,” he said.
I frowned. “Worse how?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
That was the first time I noticedhim hesitate.
