Or perhaps it was the fact that I was thinking about how cute Lyle’s smile was at the same time?Matthew thought.
A twitch danced over Gavin’s brow but he didn’t let on that he’d caught Matthew’s snark
Matthew sat across the table from him. “Let’s say all that’s true.” Matthew held up a hand when Gavin’s expression darkened. “Then tell me—why did you need to hear Rafe’s story at all? Why not just reach into Rafe’s head and tell me later?”
“First of all,” Gavin snapped, “youasked Rafe for that story, not me. I wasn’t about to supersede your demand. I’m not your master and I don’t want any of them thinking that I am. Besides, I wanted to get it from Rafe himself, not a recollection from one of the others.” He paused, looked away as if embarrassed. “And Rafe’s mind is closed to me for some reason. Short of sniffing his breath, I wouldn’t be able tell what he’d had for breakfast.”