Casper scanned her flushed cheeks and lifted an eyebrow in sardonic mockery. "Noisy?"
Her hand fell from his arm. "I'm only talking too much because you make me nervous."
Only both of them knew that there was more than nerves shimmering between them.
It was there in her eyes—awareness, excitement, longing.
Distancing himself, Casper yanked open the door. "Then I'll give you a moment to collect yourself." He left the room, issued a set of instructions to a waiting security-guard, and then returned to the kitchen to find Holly pacing the room in agitation.
She threw him a reproachful look. "All right, maybe I do talk a lot, but that's just the way I am, and nobody's perfect. And you're the one who left me here without even telling me when you'd be back!" Her chin lifted. "Did you think I'd sit in silence for two weeks?"