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She stared at him for a long moment. “I’m only here because Rhodes asked me to try and become more comfortable around you and Seth. This isn’t really part of my routine.”
He didn’t care why, only that she was here.
“You and your brother are close,” he said.
“I owe Rhodes a lot. I’d do anything for him.”
“I’m sure he feels the same way.”
“Do you think so?” she asked.
Was that a note of vulnerability in her voice?
It was hard to read her expression with how well she guarded her emotions. Especially when she wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
“I do think so. When we were discussing his protection, most of his concerns were about you. And he wasn’t happy about leaving you. He wanted to return home tonight. But Samantha insisted on staying the night at her place.”
Ethan had been there for part of that argument. It hadn’t been pleasant. But then, he was coming to think that most things with Samantha weren’t pleasant.
He wondered why Rhodes was with her.
“What do you want to drink? I’ve got water and juice,” he said.
“I’ve got coffee.” She held up her travel coffee mug.
“You shouldn’t have caffeine this late in the afternoon.” He had to stop himself from taking it from her.
She’s a client. Not your Little.
“It doesn’t prevent me from sleeping.”
The urge to lecture her about the effects of having too much caffeine was strong. It wasn’t just about sleep. Caffeine could have a negative impact on her heart, give her headaches, and make her irritable or nervous.
However, he held back. He was trying to get her to like him.
Jesus.
He didn’t think he’d worked this hard to get a member of the opposite sex to like him since high school.
Cate stepped cautiously forward. She still wasn’t sure this was a good idea.
You’re here now. You have to see it through.
“Don’t worry, I’ve had all my shots,” he teased.
She paused. “Your shots?”
“Yeah, so if I bite you . . . it, uh, I won’t infect you.”
That was strange. He was going to bite her?
“You were planning on biting me?” she asked.
“It was a joke. Sorry.”
“Oh. No, I’m sorry. I get it now. Sort of. I don’t see how it’s funny, though.” But that wasn’t unusual. She often didn’t understand jokes.
“I guess it’s not. You just seemed worried. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. All right?”
