Thorpe’s eyes dropped to my lap, where my dress was pulled tight over my bouncing knee. "Your leg is moving quite a bit, Sarah. You seem very anxious today. Extremely restless. Can I ask why?"
"I'm not anxious," I lied, though the tingles were creeping back down, centering in my core with a persistent, nagging heat. I crossed my legs tight, trying to lock the sensation away, but the friction only made the pulse stronger. I couldn't sit still. "I just don't understand why I'm here. This was supposed to be about Jason’s temper. Instead, I’m being interrogated while I’m still recovering from surgery."
"Sarah," Jason said, his voice dropping into that low, warning register. He reached over and placed his hand firmly on my bouncing knee, squeezing just enough to hurt.
"Yes, I understand toda
