Arlene's POV
Warner deliberately chews his food at a maddeningly slow pace, and I know he's doing it just to get under my skin. This little dance we do never really has a clear winner or loser. When it's all said and done, we both come out satisfied. Especially now that we have some privacy.
"I'm worried about you," he says, catching me completely off guard.
That wasn't what I expected him to say at all. People don't usually worry about me. I annoy them, stress them out, particularly Mr. Warner, but worry? That's new territory. I feel like I've got a decent grip on this whole werewolf situation thanks to Niall.
"Me?" I take a sip of my wine, studying his face. "What for?"
"You're miserable where we're staying. I can see you love watching the twins thrive, but we can work something else out."
"What gives you the impression I'm miserable there?"
