KANE'S POV

She was fidgeting again.

Rubbing her hands, bouncing slightly on her feet, eyes flickering all over the room like they might find an escape hatch in the wallpaper. It was awkward, almost comically so. Not that I was laughing. God forbid. But still...watching her try to figure out how to exist around me, like I was some untouchable forcefield of danger and discomfort, was…

Endearing.

That was the word, wasn’t it?

Shit.

I watched her carefully ...