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She could tell that she got to him, but he didn't show very much of it, quick to hide behind a professional nod. Laurel just didn't know where she had him, and that irked her more than anything. She just couldn't find a way into his mind, couldn't figure out where she had him, and more importantly — where he had her. He'd been tempted, she knew that, but was it only because of her scent, because of her heat? Was she a friend to him at all, or was she just a charity case, someone he wanted to take care of because he saw how broken she was?

She hated the thought that she was just a charity case in his books. A means to his redemption. It was one of the biggest causes of her irritation towards him now, apart from the fact that he just didn't talk about it at all. He acted as though they were complete strangers one moment, and as though he was a caring friend the very next, and she never knew where she had him. She didn't know what he saw her as, and honestly, she wasn't too sure what she saw him as, either. It was hard to tell when he changed all the time and gave her so little of himself.

No. But it's hard to notice exactly how much sleep you're missing with a crying child like that. Her tone was annoyed, and she remained guarded in her body language.

A million things lay on the tip of her tongue, but she did not dare say any of them, so she kept her frustration with him bottled up, for now.