CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
“That’s what you think.”
Having completed task one by reaching the door to her room, opening it too, without missing a beat, Oh, I don’t know, Destiny. Maybe I do want to join you, so we can both be damned to this. What you are. What I am, were not words she wanted to hear. Although equally, it could have been worse. He could have said what she just had, about thinking. He could have said it with regard to having a room to go to, with please call me John, Lyon at her back and everything. As for what he had said? A cocky, cheap poke.
Clasping the door handle, she cleared her throat. “The dining room is looking just the same by the way. Yes. I looked in it earlier. And I have to say, that despite all your fine talk, it was quite disappointing. But some things just are.”