Kellan smirked, a low "hmm" sound slipping from his lips.
Rachel froze. Hmm?
She had explained herself so carefully, pouring out every detail, and all he gave her was a single "hmm"?
That had to mean… he was done arguing with her. Right?
She pressed her lips together, saying nothing more.
Quietly, she cleared the dishes, wiped down the bar, and carried everything to the sink to wash.
But Kellan didn't leave.
He stayed seated, his sharp black eyes locked onto her slender figure as she busied herself. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
She wasn't obedient at all. With Donahue, she smiled so sweetly. But when it came to him? Nothing.
When he had carried her up the stairs while she was injured, when he had brought her food, she had only complained and insisted on going downstairs.
And after that, she was so determined to run away from him.
Yet Donahue had done her the smallest favor, and suddenly she was glowing with joy in front of him.
