Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She shook her head, hard and sharp, hair lashing around her face. Nothing, nothing. Why did he ask that? She was smiling, wasn’t she? Imperiously she pointed to the page, still careful not to touch either man.
They were pack. She wasn’t.
“Oh no. You’re not the only one that gets to make demands around here,” he said with a look pinning her to the couch. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Is something off around you?” he asked, trying to figure out what had made her change. He could feel it, the feeling of discomfort practically rolling off of her. Isaac could feel it as well, curling in on himself a bit as was his way.
With every pointed question she pulled herself in a little tighter, the smiling mask falling away. She didn’t know how to explain the sense of their closeness, and how it twisted her up inside. She’d no right to be jealous. She reached for the pen, but kept shaking her head.