“Oh.” She frowned. “Okay.”
I gave myself a mental slap and forced a smile I hoped wasn’t too predatory as I pointed to the hall. “I’ll just show you your room.”
She fell into step beside me as we made our way down the dark hall and to the first guest room on the right. Something settled in my chest, almost like I could finally take a deep breath as we stepped over the threshold into the room.
I’d painted it in calming blues with brown accents, a leather chair and a flat screen were on the left, and a huge four post king bed was opposite.
“What the hell?” She stopped and looked up at me. “That’s creepy, even for you! How did you do it? How?”
“What?”
She gave me a shove, clearly not afraid of me anymore. I think I liked it better when she was giving me hugs. “You know!”
“I truly don’t and stop yelling!” I snapped, my fangs gleaming at her, too far, too aggressive. Shit.
“You’re yelling, you psychopath!”
“I am not,” I took a few deep breaths and growled, “a psychopath!”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She looked anything but. “Just a really good stalker? Who went to my parents’ house? You? Tarek? Creepy Cassius?!”
I burst out laughing. “Oh, I can’t wait to tell him his new nickname.”
She shoved me again. It tickled. “I’m serious!”
“What’s with the sudden violence?” I roared. “I have no clue what you’re talking about!”
“This!” She spread her arms wide.
I gaped. “The room?”
“Yes the room. What else would I be pissed about?”
“Er… my existence?” I offered helpfully. “You’re the one shouting.”
“Because!”
“Great answer.” I rolled my eyes “Women.”
“Maybe you’d get laid more if you understood them!”
“Said that last part slow for my benefit, did you?” I glared.
“Timber, be serious.”
“This is me,” I said as calmly as I could, “being serious. I have no idea why you’re throwing a—”
Her eyes narrowed.
“—Perfectly normal fit ove
r the color blue.”
“Better,” she muttered. “Timber, this is identical to the room I grew up in. And when I say identical I mean, when I graduated high school I got a brand new white faux fur rug for the room,” She pointed down to the rug. “That one, right there.”
I frowned. “That’s impossible.”
“Clearly not!”