“What are you doing here?” he demanded so harshly it froze her heart.
“Well… I did some cleaning, I took a shower, but… I couldn’t sleep,” Rhiannon murmured, seeking to soothe him. “You left... I was worried...”
“Worried? Right…”
He sounded edgy, dubious, angry.
“Paxton... Have I done something wrong?” she asked. “Tonight was so special. I thought that we had created something…”
“Go back to bed, Rhiannon,” he ground out and turned his back on her. “ I have an important meeting tomorrow, so I need to work.”
Hurt swamped her. He was chasing her away… again.
“You can’t work all the time, Pax, now, can you?” she asked gently.
Before she lost her courage, Rhiannon crossed the room and slid her arms around him. He startled as if her touch and nearness burned his body.
“I’m sure your me
