“I would appreciate it if you could at least put your own cup away. I’m not your maid,” Adara said to me irritably as I came down the hall from the study to the kitchen.
“Yeah, I was up early, sorry,” I said and smiled at her.
“And not walk around half naked,” she added irritably.
“Sorry,” I said to her again, but she didn’t acknowledge me. I sat down at the counter where she stood on the other side looking at her laptop. She still had to feel at least something if it bothered her to see me with no shirt on. I kept on looking at her until she looked up and sighed.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her. Her eyes never made contact with mine and I might as well have been invisible.
She closed her laptop and looked at me briefly, then she turned around and walked to her car. I sighed. Progress was
