"Was the barefoot and sleep shirt combination strictly necessary?" Santiago drawled. He gestured with his hand as though plucking the words from the air in front of him. "For whatever this is."
He sounded controlled and almost bored, but there was a tension Beth swore she saw radiating from him. That didn’t stop the heat from climbing her throat at his words, though. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t thought this through, but who could blame her?
The day had been a whirlwind of nothing but a battle of emotions. Fear, anxiety, irritation, desire; she had felt them all since waking up on the floor of her bedroom. It was one of those days when twenty-four hours felt like a week, and she was exhausted and confused. And apprehensive.
She cleared her throat and involuntarily shifted on said bare fee
