Page 40 of Until It Was Real

Rhett raises his hands in the air. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“For someone who doesn’t mean to frighten me, you scare the devil out of me often enough.”

“Who was on the phone?”

I glare at him. “Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”

“You weren’t being quiet.”

“The volume of my voice is not an excuse to eavesdrop on my conversation.”

He shrugs. “Regardless. I heard you.”

I feel my cheeks heat, but I ignore my embarrassment. I’m not the one who should be embarrassed. Rhett should be embarrassed for violating my privacy.

“Be a gentleman and pretend you didn’t.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. I force my gaze to remain on his face. I will not check out those muscles. No, siree bob. Not me.

“A gentleman doesn’t let a lady suffer.”

“Lucky for you, I’m no lady.”

“Dakota,” he grumbles.

I lower my voice and imitate him. “Rhett.”

“I can stand here all night.”

“This is my room.”

He nods to the doorway. “Which I’m not standing in.”

Why the hell didn’t I shut my door? No use worrying about it now. I’ll simply rectify the situation.

I slam my laptop shut and fling the covers off of me before marching to the door. I try to shut it, but Rhett sticks his foot in the jam to stop me.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he grumbles in a low voice, which I absolutely one-hundred percent refuse to believe is sexy.

“Pajamas. It’s what normal people wear to bed.”

His brow lifts. “Normal people do not wear those.”

I grunt. If I had known I was going to share a suite with Rhett, I would have packed my flannel pajamas. But I didn’t. And now I’m in a tiny tank top and matching shorts. See the aforementioned comment regarding the fan determined to behead me.

I slap my hand on the door. “Let me shut the door and then you don’t have to see my abnormal pajamas.”

He frowns. “I’m not going away until you explain who you were talking to on the phone.”

“I’ll tell you.” I lean close. “None. Of. Your. Business.”

He growls.

“It’s called privacy for a reason, Mr. High and Mighty.”

“I’m not letting you use privacy as an excuse to hide secrets from me.”

I rear back. “Hide secrets from you? Who do you think I am? Your best friend? Are we going to braid each other’s hair next?”

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