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Especially since a lock of hair had slipped free of her turban. And it was dry.
“Did you miss this piece?” He reached out and grabbed her hair.
“Huh? Oh, uh, I must have.”
What had he told her about lying to him? He narrowed his gaze.
“I wanted to make sure you got my message about the work starting in your bathroom next week.”
“Oh. Did I not reply? Sorry. It’s been a busy few days.”
Hmm. Why couldn’t she meet his eyes? Sometimes, she could be a bit jumpy. She often went bright pink and couldn’t look at him.
But this felt different. She wasn’t blushing. Wasn’t giving him small, admiring looks.
She seemed detached. Almost sad.
Fuck.
“Why? Is it your work? Is something wrong?” He needed to check in with Jardin. See if he’d dug anything up on her boss yet. And if they couldn’t find anything, he’d have Jardin make something up.
Maybe he’d do that anyway.
This was taking too long.
Regent would see to that.
“What? No. Of course not. Everything is fine.” She took in a deep breath. “And even if everything wasn’t fine, it’s not your problem.”
Not his problem? What the hell was this? What was she talking about?
Her arm went across her body, and she grabbed the elbow of her other arm. It was a move that displayed her nervousness.
Or maybe it showed how uncomfortable she was . . . with him.
Fuck.
What was going on?
“Jilly, talk to me,” he urged quietly. Reaching out, he touched her chin, but she flinched back.
Fuck. Fuck.
Sure, she’d flinched a few times around him, but he thought she’d been getting more used to him touching her.
“Uh, sorry. You surprised me.” She raised her head, but her eyes went over his shoulder rather than meeting his gaze. “I, um, I talked to my mom. She told me she called and asked you to check up on me. I’m really sorry. She shouldn’t have done that.”
Shit. Why had Anne told her? She was the one who’d wanted him to keep her call quiet.
Worry filled him. For some reason, he was concerned that Jilly was upset with him.
In the beginning he hadn’t cared about what she might think of him. She’d been a chore he’d had to tick off on an extensive to-do list.
Now the idea of her shutting him out worried him.
This wasn’t good.
He didn’t need to find her cute. To think about her all the time. Worry over her.
