Page 33 of Tamed By Her Touch

Clair straightened up.

“Kaelus?” she said, making his name a question.

“Yes?” He turned to look at her again.

“Did you finish my metabolic comparison?” Clair asked him.

He frowned.

“No.”

She stared at the display and then returned his frown.

“Yes, you did.”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“Fine. I ran several analyses while you slept.”

“That is the definition of finishing my metabolic comparison,” Clair pointed out.

He shrugged.

“I was already using the Molecular Resonance Analyzer, so it was no trouble.”

“You entered all my sample data,” Clair said.

“It was inefficient to leave the machine idle,” Kaelus said stiffly.

Clair turned around in her chair. Kaelus still wasn't looking at her, but she could tell he was focused on her one hundred percent. She didn’t know how to feel about that. It wasn't unpleasant exactly—just strange.

For years, she'd been married to a man who saw her work as an inconvenience. James had resented every hour she spent in the lab, complained when she worked late, and acted as though her career was some selfish hobby she pursued at his expense.

Kaelus had spent the evening quietly finishing her work while she slept.

He hadn't done it for praise—clearly, he hadn't even intended to tell her. He’d just done it. Also, he’d covered her because she was cold, he'd made her coffee, and he had stayed.

“Kaelus,” Clair said softly.

This time he turned.

“What?”

“Thank you.”

He frowned slightly.

“For what?”

“For all of it.” She made a motion with her free hand, indicating everything he’d done for her—the work, the coffee, the lab coat.

He frowned.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Clair smiled.

“Yes, you do.”