Chapter Sixteen
Emma
Reaching the house after a long day of auditions, I took off my sandals and tossed them at the front door. “Want to take a walk on the beach?”
He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Not really. But I have a feeling you’re going to make me.”
I shook my head. “No. I can always go by myself.” I started toward the back of the house and I could hear him huff.
“Do you enjoy testing my patience?” he asked, catching up to me.
“Do you enjoy testing mine?” I countered. “You should be thankful I can put up with your attitude.”
“Not many can.”
The dry sand was warm between my toes. “That used to not be a problem before.”
He scoffed. “Things change. Most women are afraid of me now.”
“Maybe it’s that dark, brooding look you constantly have on your face. It’s
