Candice licked her lips slowly, then crossed her arms over her chest. “Do what you want to do.” The victorious hint in her voice made my eyes narrow at her.
What is she thinking?
I kept my gaze locked on her, watching carefully for the slightest shift in her expression. It didn’t take long for her discomfort to surface. She shifted in place, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape from my intense stare.
“What are you looking at?” she hissed, her voice defensive. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
I returned to the sofa and picked up my car key. “I’m trying to figure out what you’re thinking right now,” I replied. “And I think I’ve got it.”
She inhaled sharply. “And what did you conclude?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
I gave her a small, knowing smi
