Seth, preparing dinner, that was. Him in her home? Guarding her every move? She could do without. After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen, and much like during dinner itself, and on the drive to her home, they didn’t speak much. Seth wasn’t known for many words in the first place, but beneath the silence was a layer of tension that had been there from the moment he’d left her office after what she had decided to call the episode. “You can relax, you know?” Startled, Katherine dropped the plate she’d been washing back into the sudsy water, causing some of it to splash across the front of her shirt. “That’s what I’m talking about. You’re nothing but a ball of nerves.” She glanced sideways at Seth, a curse on the tip of her tongue. He stood beside her, drying off the dishes, his body so close her skin warmed from the heat of him. She wanted to say he was the reason why she was tense, but that would be revealing too much—besides he already knew that. He knew his very presence unnerved her—that she was on edge, wondering and waiting for him to finish what they’d started in her office, wondering and worrying about what he would do to her when he did.
