His brown hair is tousled in just that right way—it drives me crazy even though I want nothing to do with him. There’s something different about his face, though. It’s tight, with lines of concern creasing the corners of his bright, gray eyes. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days even though it’s only been one night since I last saw him. “What are you doing here?” I repeat, straightening myself under the weight of his weary stare. His look hardens a little as he sizes me up. His stare is so intense I wonder if he’s trying to look straight through me. I hold myself firm, refusing to show any signs of weakness. How in the world did Tawny not see him in the hallway? Did he wait for her to leave before he came to the door? “Well?” I repeat. “May I come in?” His voice sounds just as weary as he looks. For an instant, I almost open the door for him. It’s a subconscious reaction, but I’m quick to get it in check. “Whatever you have to say can be said right there.”
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