LEAH SMILED AT HIS effort to pry into her brain, but she quickly blocked him. “Now who's trying to take possession of something that doesn't belong to them? You can't always have things your way. If you want to know something, ask.”
“What did you think of the journal?” His tone was so wary, so soft and unlike him, that Leah was caught off-guard.
She blinked a few times and frowned. “It was interesting. An excellent work of fiction and very original, although I'm no book critic.”
“That's all?”
“What were you expecting me to say?”
“Nothing. Thank you for the book,” he said gruffly, lingering by the side of the bed.
Leah felt this was his way of apologizing.
“You're welcome. And I'm sorry I didn't ask you first.” Their gazes held.
“It's quite all right. Please excuse my rude behavior.
