Karina expected him to hurl her on the bed but he lowered her to the floor. She stumbled, dizzy from being spun back and forth, and scrambled to get away. Steely fingers caught her arm. He held on to her and sniffed at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Green beans. You want a shower?” His tone was calm. She glanced at his face. All of the rage had gone out of him. He looked worn out, his fury muted to mere smoldering coals. “Yes.” She hesitated. “I don’t have any clean clothes.” “That’s a problem,” Lucas agreed. “I’m sorry about the dinner.” “That’s okay.” His sudden calm threw her off balance. She stood still, expecting him to swing at her or maybe roar into her face. Lucas reached into the dresser and pulled out a white T-shirt. “That’s the best I can do for now. I’ll have something sent up from the main house in the morning.” She took the T-shirt. He didn’t offer her any underwear. She would be naked under it. “Come on.” Lucas pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor.
