My heart is pounding so hard in my chest I can't find the strength or air to speak. I nod slowly to his back and bend down to pick up my shoes and bag, glancing over at him questioningly.
Wow. My very first cold shoulder. This night just keeps getting better and better.
"You can sleep in the guest room," he says, still turned away. "You know where everything is."
"Okay."
My voice is squeaky and strange and doesn't sound like mine at all.
"Thank you for picking me up. I'm sorry—"
"Don't apologize, Kyra. You did the right thing by calling me."
Did I?
"Could I borrow a T-shirt? I don't have anything to sleep in."
The look on his face when he turns burns right through me.
"I'm not even going to ask why you didn't bring anything to sleep in when you were staying at a hotel with someon
