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Kenz came back over to me, a new tea in her hand. She didn’t look at me, and I got the sense she was upset.
Why, though?
Despite my ability to read people, somehow Kenz could confuse me. Maybe that was because I wasn’t sure what to do or think around her, because she threw my skills off.
“You ready to go?” I asked.
She nodded, but still avoided my gaze.
I don’t like this one bit.
As it turned out, things didn’t get any better as the day went on. I drove us back to the house, but Kenz immediately turned to cleaning pretty much the moment we stepped foot inside.
I might be an idiot some of the time, but Hayden would have recognized that as a bad sign. Cleaning calmed her, so what exactly had worked her up?
Had Dilaura said something to her? Had she been upset about not being able to plant a tracker on the other woman? Sure, we’d asked her to if she could, but that didn’t mean I’d be mad that she didn’t.
“It’s fine,” I told her as she wiped a rag on the kitchen countertop despite the fact it didn’t have a single crumb or spot on it. “I planted a tracker. It wasn’t like I actually expected you to do it.”
Her hand stopped, the stillness telling me Imighthave picked the wrong thing to say there.
“Well, I’m glad you think so little of me,” she snapped. “But since you didn’t ask, Ididplant it.”
“Really? How?”
“She saw me playing with the pebble and asked about it. I told her it was a rock that I’d gotten from this amazing psychic in LA for good luck, that I always carry it and it works. She asked if she could have it, so I said yes.”
And wow, did I not expect that. Planting a tracker was hard enough, but to get a target to not only ask for it, but to convince them that it was important was a hell of a good job. If Rachel switched bags, my tracker became useless. If Dilaura carried hers around, though, it would benefit us far more.
“So then what’s your problem?” I asked. “If it isn’t about the tracker, why are you so mad?”
“I’m not mad.”
“Right, this is just your usual charming personality.” I injected every bit of sarcasm I could into my words. Maybe it wasn’t fair to be so hard on her, but something inside me really disliked the way she shut me out, the wall she’d erected around herself.
She turned and the look on her face was so ferocious, I found myself stepping backward. “Mycharming personality? That’s what you want to say right now?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you want to have a conversation, try opening your mouth and actually saying what you want.”
She pressed her lips together in a thin line then shook her head. “What’s the point?”
“The point is thatthisbeing pissed without talking to me sure doesn’t do a thing. What, is it your time of the month again or something?” As soon as the words escaped me, I knew—too far. Still, my mouth ran away from me when it came to Kenz, and that fact pissed me off even more. Why was it that I had perfect control over my words, over my actions, over my expressions in any other situation but the second I saw Kenz, that all went to hell. She undid all that practice, turning me into some tongue-tied idiot.
Annoying.
“Well, then why don’t you go talk toRachel?”
I frowned, her words throwing me off. That sure as hell sounded like jealousy, but that didn’t make a bit of sense. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing.” She turned her back on me and continued to scrub the counter as if it had done something to personally offend her.
I know I did, but she seems willing to take it out on the counter.
I caught her arm and turned her around, trapping her between my body and the countertop. “Clearly, it isn’t nothing, so out with it.”
She huffed, then turned her gaze from mine, staring off into space. “I just hate to see you working like that.”
“Why? You’ve seen me pretend plenty of times. It’s just part of the job.”
