“What did I do?” Lucas asked.
“What?” Nadia dared a quick glance at him.
His hands were gripping the steering wheel tighter now. His jaw was set in a stubborn, firm line, and there was a frown between his eyes.
“What did I do to earn such a reaction? We’re out of office, it’s raining cats and dogs, and I’m offering you a lift in my car. All I get is stony silence and waves of hostility radiating off you. I’d have expected at least politeness, if not more.”
His tone was calm and neutral, but his tense body gave him away. So it nettled him to be given the cold shoulder? In all honestly, how big was this man’s ego? She wasn’t sure whether he really had to ask because he was clueless or whether he was playing with her. Careful not to let any emotions shine through or allow her gaze to linger on him, she took a breath and steeled herself for what was to come. Part of her wanted to launch into a tirade of accusations, but she settled for one terse question.
“You don’t remember the kiss?”
Something in his voice gave the incident importance, but she had no idea whether it meant pleasant memories or unpleasant ones. Truth be told, she didn’t know whether her—all too clear—memories were pleasant or unpleasant.
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