Page 100 of Finding Lexie
“Don’t bullshit me, Lex. Something’s wrong.”
She sighed and sagged. “It’s been a long day.”
Deciding to change tactics, Midas grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. It was too early to go to sleep, but since she didn’t have a couch, the bed would have to do.
He set her down, and she smiled up at him. “You that eager for some lovin’?” she teased.
Ignoring her, Midas leaned down and took off his boots. “Scoot over,” he told her.
She did so without a word, and Midas sat next to her. He plumped the pillows behind him, stretched his legs out, and pulled her toward him.
Lexie came willingly, melting against him with a long sigh.
For several minutes, neither spoke. Midas just stroked her hair and held her tight.
“How was your meeting?” she asked after a while.
“Long,” he said. “Talk to me, love.”
“I’m okay,” she said. “It’s just been a stressful day.”
Fine. So he’d have to pull what was wrong out of her. He could do that. “Did Magnus make it here okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you get a chance to talk to him much?”
“Not really. He went right to work on the audit.”
“How’s Ashlyn?”
“Fine. Why?”
“Just wondering. What time did you get home?”
He felt her stiffen a bit against him and knew he was getting closer to finding out what the hell was wrong. He hated not being able to immediately fix whatever had happened.
“I stayed a bit later since I knew you were in that meeting. That pipe in the kitchen finally burst, and we had a lot of water to clean up.”
“That sucks,” Midas said.
She shrugged.
“So you left later…did you eat something?”
Lexie nodded.
Right, so he obviously sucked at figuring out what was bothering her. Midas decided to quit beating around the bush. “You need to talk to me, Lex. What happened? And don’t say nothing. You’re not yourself, and it’s freaking me out.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just been a lot of things today. Magnus was… I don’t know how to explain it. Just different from the man I’d gotten to know through emails and our few phone conversations.”
“How so?”
“More formal, I guess. I mean, I didn’t expect him to dance a jig when he met me, but I wouldn’t have minded a hug or something.”
“He might’ve felt weird doing that in front of others.”
“I know.”
