Fair Point

Fair point.

Why wouldn’t I just say it? I’d been asking myself that all day.

When I took too long to answer, he glanced over from rubbing the fork with a green and yellow sponge. Giving me a sideways look. “Do you want steak?”

“Yes, Sir…” I lifted my hands in surrender. Quickly grabbing a thick plastic spoon from the flowered ceramic vase of utensils I’d placed in the middle of his counter, simply to be annoying. I set it next to the stove as I bowed out of the room.

He glared, watching my step comically.

Laughing, I rounded and headed for one of the boxes of my things. I had to wander a minute before I realized I couldn’t find it.

“Kane?”

“Yes, Dear?” He said in an overly honeyed tone as if he knew what I was going to say.

“Where are my clothes?” I called back from the living area.

“I burned them.”

“What?” I screeched. Brows flying to my hairline.

“Yep.” He stepped from the kitchen to peer at me. “So you’d have to be naked all the time. Burning those too.”

He eyed me head to toe poin