She scowled playfully, “Eavesdropping is rude, you know.”
I ignored the comment, “You said something about a reason for you being here.”
Her face changed; her expression unreadable. “Yes,” she said curtly, her voice strained.
I raised my eyebrows, “Well?”
She spoke slowly, “I also said I’d tell you when you were ready.”
I scowled, “So I’m ready.”
“No, I don’t think so. Not yet.”
I could feel my temper slipping, “Well who are you to judge?” I asked, louder than necessary. We both froze, waiting for a sound from upstairs, but all was quiet.
Paige was watching me carefully, “It isn’t that I don’t want to tell you, although I do think you still aren’t ready. I know it’s going to make you extremely angry… it’s that, technically, I’m not authorized to tell you. So when I do break the rules, I want to make sure I don’t regret it.”
I stared at her blankly, trying to figure that out. Nothing about that made any sense. “Not even a hint?” I pleaded, frustrated, “It is Christmas.”
“No,” her tone was cold.