That evening, Anthony felt like some kind of caged animal. He was overly aware of Thea’s every move: when he heard her open her bedroom door, he came to attention, listening. He even heard her singing as she made herself dinner, which annoyed him greatly.
Why did she have to captivate him thoroughly? She wasn’t his type. She was a bleeding heart, and she’d almost gotten herself killed for a rabbit. Who did that? People without any brain cells did that.
And since he’d ended up being the one to save the stupid rabbit, he clearly had the least brain cells of them both.
That afternoon, he’d focused on work, taking calls from his team about their strategy going forward. Bruce was still angry—no surprise there—but he’d left Anthony alone since that initial phone call.
Anthony had also spoken
