Aveline blinked at him, confusion flickering across her face for only a few seconds before she caught the meaning of his gesture.
Her cheeks flamed.
"Oh," she said, scandalized.
His hand lifted again, making that same unmistakable motion, and Aveline gasped, then shoved him away and darted off, her face burning even hotter as last night flashed through her mind. He had nearly come close to her chest, and now that awful suspicion settled in with humiliating clarity.
Was that what he had meant?
Of course, it was.
She circled the bed in a flustered blur, only to realize, too late, that there was nowhere for her to run in her nightgown. The only thing left to do was push him out.
And so she did, finally, with enough force to send him back toward the door.
Theron leaned there with a lazy smile on his face, remembering her darting about in flustered panic. She was the most entertaining thing in the world. But slowly, the smile faded.
He could not keep this up forever.
