"I'm sorry." Xander whispered so quietly I almost thought I'd imagined them.

I choked on my own breath. "What did you say?"

He abruptly stood up and stalked towards the door, his back was to me so I couldn't see his face. "I didn't say anything."

"You just..."

"Rest, Cynthia." He opened the door without turning around. "I'll check on you later."

Then he was gone.

I stared at the closed door, my heart pounding. Had he really apologized? Xander Romano, the man who never admitted fault, who ...