Her entire house was silent, except the continuous scrubbing sounds she made as she washed the kitchen table top, a task she'd been at for over twenty minutes, at the same spot.
She looked pretty normal for anyone who was looking at her from behind, but on the other side, she was an overthinking mess.
Her mind was racing continuously, providing and cancelling various reasons as to why neither Tristan nor any other person had gotten back to her with a reply.
Did she push too much?
Was it preposterous?
Did they think she was a gold digger who wanted to be in that fancy house?
She wished so bad she could get into their heads, but well, that can only happen if they...
"Shit." She cursed in her head, dropping her rag and griping the table top. She hadn't thought about consummating the bond the entire time.
