Ella
Of course.
I closed my eyes briefly, then walked to the door and opened it.
Kane stood there in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his posture relaxed but his expression anything but. His sharp features were set in a frown, and his eyes—those infuriatingly perceptive eyes—flicked over me in one quick glance before settling on my face.
“You look tired,” he said.
“So do you,” I replied.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The hallway lights cast soft shadows across his face, accentuating the angles of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze. Being this close to him always did strange things to my sense of balance.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
I hesitated, then stepped aside.
He entered the room like he belonged there, closing the door behind him. The click echoed too loudly in th
