She might have hit him. Angry words swirled through her head, dozens of ways to point out all the things he had done wrong. Yet she bit her tongue. He knew she wouldn’t want him to do the things he had done, and he had done them anyway. She rubbed a hand down her face, trying to erase the stress pressing the inside of her skull. “Aren’t you going to yell?” He sounded upset and a little afraid. Alaina dropped her hand and folded her arms across her chest. She pinned him with the full weight of her resignation. “No, Daniel, I’m not going to yell. There’s nothing I can say that will make a difference at this point. You completely disregarded my wishes and disrespected me, but I can’t see that you actually care about any of that.” And it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like they were developing a long-term relationship here. One more class, and she wouldn’t have to see him again. Camilla would take the boys to karate lessons if Alaina asked. He approached her, a mulish set to his jaw announcing his reaction to her accusation.
