CHAPTER ELEVEN

His eyes searched her face for any reaction when he stopped speaking. Surprisingly, she burst into fits of laughter.

Clyde's eyebrows twisted with fury and he clenched his fists. "You find what I say funny?..."

Giggling, she nodded. "Yes, I do. How long did you have to rehearse this?..."

But he wasn't amused. And he was certainly struggling to bottle up his anger. He did not doubt that if she pushed him again, he would lose it.

She shook her head with gusto. "No?..." And then silence settled over the room as she realized that he was indeed telling the truth. It was like the true meaning of his words caught the light in her head.

There was not a glimmer of amusement or smile around Clyde's face. His chiseled face was rigid, bearing visible anger as he focused his gaze on her.

"You're not joking..." She admitted. Clyde wondered if his expression had ever pointed out that he could be joking. He wondered if she had gone blind for the minute he had shifted before her. As much as he f