“And leaves mad,” Knox adds.
I smile and shake my head, but then the cafeteria doors open, and Penn walks in.
My whole body reacts just like it does every time I’ve seen him since the day we met.
He’s wearing his white coat over navy scrubs, and his hair is slightly messy like he’s been running his hand through it all morning. He looks tired.
For just a second, I forget that I’m upset with him. I still can’t believe he said the “D” word.
His eyes move over the cafeteria, and when they land on me, everything in his face changes.
I lift my hand and wave.
His hand comes up in return, but then his gaze shifts to Knox sitting beside me.
Penn’s hand lowers slowly, and his face tightens.
Oh. I know that look. I know when he’s annoyed, angry, or frustrated. I know all his looks, and the one he has right now is pure jealousy. Which is ridiculous. The man has nothing to be jealous of. He has to know I’m a fool for him.
But I do have to admit, I’m enjoying this a little bit. For the last few weeks, I’ve wondered if my husband still wanted me the way he used to, but the way he’s looking at me right now tells me that he does.
Cathy follows my gaze and then looks back at me. Her eyes widen a little. “Well, well.”
“Stop,” I mutter.
Knox turns around. “What?”
“Nothing,” Cathy says, but she’s smiling.
Penn walks toward us, and even the way he’s walking seems predatory. He looks calm from the outside, but I know better.
“Aria,” he says when he reaches the table.
“Hey.”
His eyes move over my face like he’s checking to make sure I’m okay, then they flick to Knox again. “Cathy. Knox.”
Cathy smiles like she’s enjoying every second of this. “Dr. Brody.”
Knox nods. “Hey, Penn.”
Penn’s jaw tightens a little at the easy use of his first name.
I press my lips together to keep from smiling.
“We were just finishing lunch,” I say.
He nods. “I see that.”
Knox looks between us, then grabs his tray. “I should probably head back.”
“You don’t have to,” I tell him.
Penn’s eyes come to mine.
Knox stands anyway. “No, I do. I have an eval in twenty.” He looks at Cathy. “You coming?”
Cathy leans back in her chair like she has all the time in the world and is enjoying the show. “I still have a few minutes.”
