Page 51 of Devotion
I threw my hands up, exhaling sharply. "Do you hear yourself?”
"Unfortunately."
Despite myself, I almost laughed, but I clamped my mouth shut. He was not getting a laugh out of me, not after the entire ridiculous afternoon.
Christopher dragged a hand down his face, exhaling like the weight of the entire day had settled there.
"I saw you with him and..." He stopped, expression tensed. "I don't know. Something about it bothered me.”
"Bothered you?"
"Yes."
"That's your explanation?"
"It's the best one I've got."
I stared at him. He stared back.
"You are unbelievable."
"I've been told that."
"No, I mean medically. There should be studies."
That actually earned a laugh. A real one.
The sound surprised both of us. His shoulders loosened slightly, like he hadn’t realized he was holding tension until it left him.
For a second, the tension between us didn’t feel like a battlefield.
Then his gaze settled on me again. The amusement faded just as quickly as it came.
"I don't like it.” He almost whispered it.
I frowned. "Don't like what?"
His eyes held mine, steady now. "The idea of you with him.”
My stomach performed an alarming maneuver that I immediately resented.
"Christopher..."
"I know it doesn't make sense."
"No, it really doesn't."
He took a step closer. From there I could read the frustration he usually kept buried: the tight line of his jaw, the heat behind his eyes, none of it hidden for once.
"I don't know why it bothers me," he admitted quietly. His voice dropped lower, almost like he didn’t want anyone else in the world to hear it. "I just know it does.”
My heart chose that exact moment to become deeply unprofessional.
Before I could respond, a voice interrupted us.
"Everything okay over here?"
We both turned. A security guard stood several feet away.
