Cat snapped her gum. “You like him?”
Mason stayed silent, fiddling with the bandage on his hand. Talbot had seen Mason’s bound hand—the wrappings now shabby and the hand stiffening from a morning of gardening—and yet again ordered him to guard the perimeter with Cat Jacobs. Talbot’s tone suggested displeasure but he didn’t inquire as to the nature of Mason’s injury because Talbot would assume he had Miles inspect it. Besides, Mason hadn’t left the compound since yesterday, so Talbot likely guessed Mason damaged himself gardening. No way he connected the dressing to what he might consider to be inappropriate behaviour. Didn’t mean Mason was happy to yet again be on guard duty. Alone with Cat.
He was in a bad mood, and Cat interrogating him wouldn’t improve his temperament.
“Hey, I’m talk
