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“Please, Mommy,” Sadie whined.
I set the cup on the nightstand beside me and got out of bed. “Is there a bathroom around here?”
Zander pointed to a door behind him. Again, he didn’t look at me. It hurt to be treated this way, but what else did I expect? We’d invaded his life. Friend or not, nobody liked having their world turned on its head by complete strangers.
“Thanks.” I ducked inside the small room and exhaled a breath of relief. The back of my head throbbed, and my stomach was queasy. Everything about this situation made me anxious. Sadie and I needed to get back to our hotel, gather our stuff, and hop on a bus to Florida. The sooner we left Minnesota, the better.
How would I provide for us? Dancing wasn’t an option in a new city where I didn’t know a soul. And I wouldn’t take Sadie with me ever again.
After peeing, I washed the dried eyeliner and mascara streaked down my face. I looked like a zombie, but whatever. I’d just been through a nightmare.
Did Zander know what happened? I needed to ask him.
I opened the door. “Ah!”
The creep was standing right there.
“Here are some clothes to put on. I’m sure you’d like to wear something more comfortable.” He handed me a pile. “There are extra toothbrushes in the drawer.”
“Wear something more comfortable than a silk robe?”
His gaze traveled over my body. “I don’t mind if you stay in that.”
I shook my head. Pervert. “Whose clothes are these? Pixie’s?”
“Who?”
“The adorable girl who came hoping to find you.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No, not hers.”
“Well, I’m not exactly small, so they won’t fit.” I shoved the clothes in his chest, suddenly annoyed.
Something sparked in his hazel eyes, then he pushed me into the bathroom. “Sadie, we’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she mumbled with a full mouth.
“What, Zander?” I went on the defense.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Jaynee?”
I backed into the wall. “Nothing.”
He got in my face. “Bullshit. All you do is make everything difficult for me. Why? What are you afraid of? I’m a genuinely nice guy.”
My heart raced, feeling small for the first time in my life with him looming above me. He must’ve been around six foot two, broad shoulders, cut biceps. He made me tremble and not in a bad way.
“I appreciate all that you’ve done. Truly. But those clothes won’t fit me.”
He growled low in his throat. “They’re my clothes. I’d never give you another woman’s to wear.”
“You’re smarter than I give you credit for.”
He screwed up his face. “Is that a backhanded compliment?”
Dang it. I didn’t mean for my thoughts to come out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry for being a bitch,” I told him in a sincere tone. “I don’t know you, yet you keep coming to our rescue.”
