Precious Bond Ch 12. Yours

KAREENA.

“Real smooth tiger,” I say, rolling my eyes, but no… tell me, what’s on your mind? You seem quiet today,” I ask.

There’s something wrong. I see the way he looks down for a moment before he moves back and glances at the kitchen.

“Want some coffee?”

“Sure,” I say. We walk to the kitchen, and he motions to the table, telling me to sit down.

I perch against it, watching him make the coffee. Iced for me.

I love how he knows my pattern. After I have just eaten, I’d usually go for iced and late in the night it would be normal.

“How did it go up north?” I ask, breaking the silence.

He tenses and I frown. For a moment, the craziest thought enters my mind and I close my eyes, almost smiling at how ridiculous that thought was.

Why did I suddenly think there was another woman like he was nervous because something happened on his work trip?

He isn’t mine for me to even think that way.

Sure, that hurts, but I don’t have any claim on him when all I’ve done is keep him at arm’s len