Seconds pass, and I still haven't found my voice. His ministrations on my wrist pause. He looks up and catches me staring. A slow grin makes its way to his lips, then he hides it by looking back at my wrist and resumes his cleaning.
"Please forgive Rex, he's—"
"An i***t and a fool," he finishes my sentence without looking up at me. I bite my lip to stop myself from saying something in Rex's defense.
"It won't happen again."
"I hope so. I hate sharing," this time he looks up at me, and my lower lip leaves my teeth. His hand comes up to rub my lip. "I'm infatuated with you, Davinia. Why?"
How am I supposed to know the answer to that?
He wraps my wrist with bandages. He does it perfectly. This is probably not the first time he's doing this, but for whom? His wife? Did she get hurt on a
