He sat so long, his dark gaze boring into hers, that she began to fidget, biting her nail again. Although she’d thought she’d kicked that habit in high school. Embarrassed, she slid her hands into her lap. “I’m not crazy.”
“Didn’t say you were,” he murmured quietly.
His dark gaze continuing to bore into her until her anxiety built to a crescendo. “Do you believe me?”
“You need rest.”
“But do you believe me?” Her fingers tightened on the table edge.
“I need rest.”
She blew out a breath in exasperation. “Yeah, it’s hours after freaking midnight. We both fucking need rest. Do you believe me?”
“I’m comin’ home with you.”
He said it so quietly, so calmly, that she blinked, wondering if she’d only dreamed the words. Like she dreamed so many unlikely things these days. “What’d you just say?”
“You might not be safe. And we both need rest. To wait out the day.” His head shook with a snap. “I’m not leavin’ your side ‘til we figure this out.”
Tears clouded her vision, but she wiped them away. He believed her. Or at least believed part of what she’d said. Relieved, she didn’t think before she blurted, “Do you want the left or the right side of the bed?”