Chapter 9
“Why Alaska?”
Rather than an explanation of what he might have seen, those were the first words to come out of my mouth when I went back into the cabin. Leandro sat on the floor in front of the couch, petting the Siamese and failing miserably at trying to look uninterested in what had transpired outside. I didn’t get in his face to push the issue. I wasn’t sure how he would react.
This question, however, needed to be asked.
His hands stroked down the cat’s back, over and over again as he kept his eyes focused there rather than on me. “It seemed private.”
“Was it your idea?”
He paused. A tremor rippled beneath his exposed forearm. That was a no.
“So someone else thought it was a good idea to get me up here,” I answered for him before he had to fight the magic binding him si
