He's so difficult to read; his words were shockingly gentle toward me in the meeting yesterday despite the fact I obviously annoy him. But it's more than that-there's something unnerving about him that makes me think he's got his eye on me.
Am I imagining things?
What makes a guy like Wolfe tick? What secret stories do those brooding, dark eyes hold?
Unable to resist, I sneak another peek at the handsome scary man through the glass.
His lips move as he talks on the phone, but his frown is fixed on me.
A flash of emotion ignites in his eyes-loathing? No, it's softer, like regret. But then it's gone, and his expression hardens into its usual unreadable mask.
Matty's stupid joke about Wolfe pushing me that night bursts into my mind, stirring an uneasy feeling in my gut. I don't actually
