Page 83 of Auctioned to the Devil

No reason for any of this anymore.

I zip the suitcase.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“I know.” His voice stays maddeningly calm.

“I have to go back to Portland for a few weeks.”

“I know.”

“My apartment is there.”

“Yep.”

“My job.”

“Yep.”

“My life.”

That finally does it.

His jaw tightens. “Your life.”

“Yes.”

“Right.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Are you going to say anything besides one word at a time?”

“Thought you liked when I didn’t talk.”

“I liked you better when you didn’t talk.”

“Liar.”

“Fine. I liked you better before I knew what an enormous pain in the ass you are.”

His mouth twitches. “Also a lie.”

“Would you stop doing that?”

“What?”

“Acting like this doesn’t bother you.”

That wipes the amusement from his face.

I immediately wish I could take it back.

Caleb pushes away from the doorframe.

“You think it doesn’t bother me?”

“I don’t know what you think.”

“You’ve never had trouble telling me.”