"Are you all right?" he asked.
Sylvia turned her head slowly.
That was a mistake.
Thomas was too close. Of course he was too close. He had taken her from the doorway, removed her from Rina's reach like a diplomatic object under threat, and still had one arm around her waist as if releasing her had not yet become a priority.
His dark brown eyes were on her face.
Sylvia felt every thought she had ever had abandon her out of professional embarrassment.
"I am fine," she said quickly, finding the tailoring of Thomas's coat very interesting all of a sudden.
Thomas did not look convinced.
"I am fine," she repeated, which somehow made it worse.
"You are shaking."
"I am experiencing several strong opinions at once."
"About Rina?"
"About Rina. About you. About the fact that you knew where I lived, which is reasonable but still very alarming when combined with your shoulders."
Thomas blinked once.
Sylvia shut her mouth.
