“So, do you like my haircut?”
The silent boots were starting to get on my nerves. What good was pacing without the rhythmic sound of footsteps?
“Eve. Are you avoiding answering me?” Darion linked his hand with mine and stopped me.
“Huh?” I met his eyes then turned back to the window, waiting to see the third black SUV coming up the road toward the bunker.
He laughed softly. “You don’t think I look...gay...right?”