She didn’t want him to think she’d been hiding.
I wasn’t hiding. I like spending time in my room.
He frowned. “Do you have another kitchen up there? What about getting fresh air? Vitamin D?”
I cracked a window and took a vitamin.
He gave her a skeptical look. She just stared back innocently.
“Eat.” He pointed at the omelet. Drat, she thought she’d pulled his attention away from the fact that she wasn’t actually eating. With a sigh, she took another small bite.
“Did you read all the instructions and rules I sent back to you? Any questions?”
No.
She had no questions because she hadn’t read the rules. Angelique and Missy had been playing up, and she hadn’t been in the mood for rules.
“How is your foot? Are you up to work today? Did you rebandage it? What about your hand?”
She gave him a frustrated look. Which question did he want her to answer first? With a huge sigh, she wrote on the whiteboard.
Fine. Yes. Yes. Fine.
He gave her a narrowed look. “Strange world where I’m the verbose one.”
She flinched. She didn’t think he meant it as a criticism. But it still hurt.
“Why don’t you speak? Is it a medical condition?” he asked.
She thought about that then nodded. She guessed it was. Of a sort. Slipping off the stool at the island, she scraped the omelet off into the garbage disposal.
“Juliet, I didn’t mean—”
“Right, are we ready to go,” Elias’ cheerful voice filled the room.
Thank the Lord. Grabbing another coffee, she turned and headed towards him, not looking at Brick.
And he didn’t say anything.
Which said it all, really.
He was a total creeper.
There was no other way to describe the fact that he was standing to the side of the window, staring out at where Juliet and Elias were headed towards Elias’ truck.
She looked stiff and unsure.
It was a good idea letting Elias take her to work. He just kept putting his foot in his mouth and making things between them worse.
Yes. This was the best idea.
So why was he standing here like a creeper, watching her? Why had he spent most of the weekend worrying about her? Fuck. He had to concentrate on the job. Sterling was sleeping after being up on shift all night. He needed to get some shit done.
Not worry over their client.
Who was currently refusing to get in Elias’ truck. For someone who couldn’t communicate verbally, she sure did make what she wanted known. Even without her whiteboard. Which she hadn’t taken with her. How did she get on in day-to-day life? Did she use sign language? Maybe he should learn some.
Urgh. Creeper.