He squeezed the tip of her nose after noticing her astonished expression. "Are you not going to sleep?"

"You leave," she murmured, gesturing to the door.

"Why? I, too, want to sleep."

"I'm not going to become involved with Belle Enderson's man. Leave now."

"Are you angry?" His brow furrowed slightly.

"I'll let you out."

He was taken aback. Was she really angry?

"You're such a spoiled brat. Wasn't it you who enraged me first? I was merely making fun of your own words. How can you still be so annoyed?"

She turned back and drew the blanket over herself, refusing to see him with a polite snort.

Wills Waltson...