Ayame's sandal thudded against the marble floor, her voice cracking with irritation.
"What do you mean, 'not this time'?!"
Quinlan flinched at the accusatory tone of his sexy samurai and then sighed, raised a hand, and patted her head.
It was an instinctive action on his part; he didn't even think before his body started moving.
*Smack!*
Her palm smacked it away instantly. "My feelings won't be smothered by head pats! I'm not Blossom. So tell me, what gives?!"
Quinlan's eyes darted anywhere but her. The trees. The wall. A random plant. The sky. Back to the wall.
Clearly, he had no intention of acknowledging her existence right now.
Ayame scoffed at the realization, standing before him with hands on her hips. "You're unbelievable!"
But as she noticed the obvious trouble behind his eyes, her anger receded.
It was obvious that Quinlan was torn. He wanted to let go, truly let go, but he couldn't. His heart wouldn't let him.
