Page 141 of Taken Away

“Oh what?”

His smile widened.

“That’s what this is.”

“No.”

“It is.”

“It isn’t.”

“You’ve been mad at me since noon.”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Princess—“

“Don’t you call me that.”

The smile disappeared. Immediately.

Because suddenly Bennett understood this wasn’t teasing.

This had actually hurt her.

The realization sobered him.

“Okay.”

Silence stretched.

“You slept with her.”

“Yes.”

“You were together.”

“Yes.”

“You took her into your office.”

“I did.”

“You closed the door.”

“I did.”

Her frustration finally broke free.

“Then what exactly am I supposed to think?”

Now Bennett got it.

All of it.

The office. The attitude. The Victorian house. The short answers.

Every bit of it.