"GOOD MORNING."
The pen in Kimberly's hand slipped when the door behind her opened. Reflexively, her hand tore the notebook page she was drawing on, crunching the paper into a tiny ball before looking at the guy watching her. She let the paper fell on the floor.
'Did he see me drawing? I hope not.'
"What do you need this time?"
Jace didn't answer fast. Rather, he just stayed looking at her and all the crumpled papers around her for full four seconds before furrowing his eyebrows. There was this soft emotion that shortly flashed his eyes as if the mess was doing something to him. Then finally, he said, "That's my inventory notebook."
"And so?" She tucked the notebook under her crossed legs, looking like a child who wouldn't want to share what she got. Showing her adamant kiddie gr
