“Stop it! I’m not a child. Stop treating me like one.”
He snorts. “I don’t think you’re a child, Ash.”
My bottom lip juts out. “Whatever. Just take me to my room, Jeeves.”
“You don’t believe me?”
It doesn’t matter if I believe him. I don’t want to have this discussion.
He carries me into his house and down the hall to the bedroom I’m currently using. He lays me on the bed before kissing my forehead.
“I don’t see you as a child, Ash. Quite the contrary,” he whispers against my skin before leaving.
What the hell does he mean? Before I can begin to unravel the mystery of Rowan, the wine catches up to me and the world fades away.