“Right,” Mark said once the door clicked shut behind Dewayne. His voice was low but edged with tension. “What did he say to upset you?”
Jessica glanced up. “What makes you think I’m upset?”
“This is me you’re talking to,” he replied, folding his arms. “I know the signs—you avoid eye contact when you’re irritated, and there’s a tiny tick just beneath your left cheekbone. You’re showing both right now. So, again: what did he say?”
Sighing, Jessica leaned back onto the couch. “He asked if you were keeping me here against my will.”
Mark raised a brow. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
His expression shifted from curiosity to disbelief. “That’s what your precious tour guide said that got under your skin?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, shrugging. “It just rubbed me the wrong way. I know he was wo
