He stood at the entry to the kitchen wearing jeans and nothing else. Except a look of pure fury. “Max.” She scooped the bundle off the floor. God, her pulse was skittery. “I was hungry.” “Right.” His expression went blank, but his eyes still glittered with disgust. He folded his arms, leaned against the wall and crossed a foot over the other. “I always eat paper when I’m really hungry.” “I was looking for dog food.” She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath. Tried again. “I was hungry, so I came to the kitchen. But Mickey started whining when I got out the bread and peanut butter.” There. The food sat on the counter as evidence. She pointed to it. “So, I started looking for dog food.” “I see you had your story all worked out.” She frowned. “It’s not a story. It’s the truth.” He pushed off the wall and closed the distance between them. She suppressed the urge to back away. “So, did you learn everything you needed to know?” He gestured at the papers still in her hand.
