“Am I?”
Her annoyed gaze locked with his. “Yes.”
“Hmm. That’s interesting.” He observed her anew, liking her courage. “I bet you wish you’d left when you had the chance.”
He felt a smile sneak onto his face and was dumbfounded by it. It couldn’t be that he was enjoying her company, could it?
It seemed it could, Griffin marveled, and smiled afresh. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled twice in one day.
His pleasure only appeared to gall her further.
“I wish I’d clobbered you with your breakfast tray. That’s what I wish!”
He offered a tsk-tsk of sham politeness. “Come, now. That’s hardly the exemplary service the Lorndorff is known for.”
An unintelligible sound of frustration came from her. Oddly enough, Griffin liked it. He liked seeing her ladylike façade crumble. He liked knowing he could affect her. He liked … her.
The realization made Griffin falter.