“Are you sure you don’t want me to come down with you?” Calder asked, his voice laced with an emotion she couldn’t place. Worry?
Wendy looked up from her place in the boat where she was putting her flippers on, realizing with a jolt that he was standing right in front of her and staring at her with a serious face and a searching gaze. She felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny, and as usual it made her react too harshly.
“I’m not a baby, I’m a goddamn marine biologist. Don’t you worry your stubborn head off, I’ll be perfectly fine.”
Not the least bit nettled by her biting remark, he squatted down to study her even harder, his face inches away from hers, his gaze as piercing as if he had opted against the contact lenses.
“The thing is, you never look perfectly fine when you surface from your dives. There’s always an air of wariness and confusion surrounding you, and you sound as if you’re hiding something from me when you answer my questions.”
Her breathing sped up at his words. Why had he be such a good observer? Why did he care? Because it was his job to make sure she didn’t hide anything?
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