CHAPTER 22
The closet door opens and Rory walks in with a stainless tray covered in his left hand and a bottle of water in his right hand. He is wearing a navy blue khaki T-shirt which he rolls the sleeves up and a black short Knickerbocker that put his firm, muscled legs on display, I fight the urge to look up at him but fail and my eyes meet his looking down at me like I’m a lost kid on the floor.
“You should have knocked. I didn’t say you can come in.” I bit out irritably at him and he acts like I said nothing as he walked toward where I sat.
“When I talk to you, you answer.” I snap, my eyes flaring with anger, but not at him.
“This is my house.” Is all he says, and he sets the tray before me.
I pull my legs away so the tray doesn’t come in contact with me and this gesture makes him roll his eyes. “Well, it might be your house, but this is my territory, so you must knock.”
“Aha!” He says after a brief thought, “but this is a closet. Your room is the other one after my own.”