“Where are you going?” Caleb asked.
“Out,” Wolfe replied.
“Out where?”
Aleki had to hide a grin at the note of frustration in Caleb’s voice.
“To get raspberry jello, of course. Can’t have her thinking I stole it.” Wolfe reached the door. “Also, keep the blanket over her. She’s not wearing any underwear.”
Christ.
5
Vivi opened her eyes.
She felt so hot and weak. Her blurry gaze hit on a figure sitting in a chair beside her. Maybe she should be alarmed. There was someone in her room. A stranger.
The scent of bergamot and mint hit her. No. Not a stranger.
It was Wolfe.
Ahh. A dream, then.
He looked the same as he always did. Serious. With his black-rimmed glasses, lean build, and messy, blue-black hair, people might underestimate him.
They shouldn’t.
“It’s not that bad, you know,” he said as he spooned something into his mouth.
“What isn’t?” she croaked.
“Lime jello.”
“Urgh, yuck. Lime jello is the worst. I only like raspberry.”
He leaned in. “I’ll let you have some.”
“What?”
“Raspberry jello. Went out and bought you a case of the stuff.”
She frowned. “Raspberry jello comes in cases?”
He shrugged. “Bought you a lot anyway.”
“Why?” Why would he buy her raspberry jello? Even if it wasn’t a really weird thing to buy someone, Wolfe hated her. “Why would you be nice to me?”
“I’m not.”
“You bought me raspberry jello,” she pointed out. That seemed a nice thing to do.
“Hmm. I bought lime jello too. Maybe I’m just taunting you with raspberry but I’m going to leave you with the lime.”
“You’re punishing me with lime jello?”
“Now, why would I need to punish you?” he asked.
She sighed, talking to Wolfe could be exhausting sometimes. “For leaving.” Her eyes started to grow tired. “I left. And you can’t forgive that.”