“Maybe he got a boost of energy,” I say as we step into the elevator. “Or maybe he just needs a break from Amy. He just spent over a week with her.”
“What do you mean by a ‘break?’”
Shit. Women get so hung up on specific words.
“Wouldn’t you want a break from me if you spent every single hour with me for over a week?” I ask her.
“I guess.”
Lost in thought, she seems to have lost track of anything else.
Finally, she feels my gaze and turns to me. “What?”
I pin her with my stare. “You’re picking at your stitches.”