I slipped into a nightgown, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I walked out of the bedroom. Zane had already found his navy-blue tie and the sight of him holding it with an air of triumph made my blood boil. I couldn't help but sneer, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I thought you were blind and disabled; apparently, you can find it just fine."
His face hardened instantly, his eyes flashing with anger. The warmth of the morning was quickly replaced by a chill as he glared at me. "Amy, what's your problem? You used to help me find things without complaint."
I crossed my arms, refusing to back down. "True, but from now on, I don't want to do it. You can have your secretary help you," I shot back, my voice steady but icy.
Zane's expression wavered, his face darkening as he processed my words. "I knew you were acting up. Is this another jealousy fit over Maeve? I've told you a thousand times, I only see her as a sister!"