That was the problem in pushing him away. She’d already let him close.
Leaving was going to hurt.
A lot.
15
Three days.
Three days since Zander had left.
And she was going freaking insane. What was wrong with her? How had she managed to get attached to him like this? It was as though there was something eating away at her.
“You didn’t eat your lunch,” Webb said as he walked into her room.
“You really need to learn to knock,” she grumbled. “What if I was getting dressed or something?”
He grimaced. “Sorry. You have a point.”
Zander wouldn’t have apologized. Zander would have just shrugged and done whatever the hell he wanted.
Lord, why did she miss him so much?
“You need to eat,” Webb insisted. “Zander will kill me if he gets home to find you’ve lost weight and aren’t sleeping.”
If only she didn’t have this sense of impending doom then maybe she’d be able to sleep.
“Would you like to play some poker?” he asked suddenly.
Poker?
“I don’t know how to play.”
“I could show you. We could play for candy or chocolate.”
Webb had been trying to convince her to eat by bribing her with junk food. Not a great idea, considering she’d just needed a filling in her tooth. But she didn’t point that out to him.
Webb had become like an older brother. Protective sometimes. Annoying other times. At least, this was what she thought an older brother might be like.
“Is there anything you want?” he asked.
“To be let out of my prison,” she replied like she always did.
He sighed. “Got to stop asking that.”
She couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Have you heard from him?”
“Not since last night.” He eyed her. “Are you all right?”
“Of course.”
“You look almost tearful.”
“Why would I be tearful?”
That bastard hadn’t asked to speak to her. Maybe he didn’t want her as much as he said he did. Maybe he hadn’t thought of her at all.
He watched her worriedly. “Do you have a headache?”