HE WAS LOOKING AWAY FROM HER, jaw clenched. Judging by the way he was sitting, stiff and silent, she felt like she was annoying him.
She turned her head away, unable to look at him. Her wolf was whining softly, as hurt as she was by his lack of response. She had to remind herself that they weren't a couple of pubescent teenagers trying to get to know each other on a first date. What they had was much deeper and more intuitive. Still, she wished he would show her a little more emotion.
Alison shouldn't have tried that. She should've known it was stupid.
Several seconds trickled by, and she was sure her face looked like a vibrant red tomato. At this point, she almost wished Grayson would leave her in here so she could wallow in her embarrassment. Alison would find something other than twenty questions to occupy her time; she was feeling so shoddy.
She was utterly shocked when she finally heard his deep baritone. "Blue."
