"What are you doing here, Elias Hale?"
Lynsandra pulled herself upright, watching him withdraw his hand. Elias pointed to the corner of his mouth, but she remained unmoved.
Fluttering her lashes lazily, she said, "I don't drool."
"You think?"
"Never."
"Heh. I thought you'd fall for it." He shrugged. "Sucks."
She leaned back with a huff and glanced toward the window. A part of her felt amused — she had almost forgotten the last time she'd taken a nap. A peaceful one at that. Strange, since napping hadn't been her plan. If anything, it had only been an excuse to leave Julian.
"What did you do to him?" she asked. "To Gary. As far as I'm concerned, he should be here."
Elias leaned an arm against the table while she stared out the window for no particular reason.
"I didn't do anything to him, for your information. I came here and saw you alone. So, I thought of writing something on your face."
