Rebekah's back was to Clint but she could feel him standing there, staring at her as she filed her nails and examined them at a table in the bedroom she shared with Alec. Alec had been a bit busy lately taming that ridiculous daughter of his. Rebekah had stayed out of his way. She held out her hand in the sunlight to look at her nails. They were beautiful but she did miss having a professional manicure.
"You seemed rather busy to me," she said, still not turning to look at Clint. "I was being polite." She dropped the nail file on her table and finally turned to look at Clint still lingering in the doorway. "Not that you deserved it, leaving without saying goodbye and all. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to hurt my feelings."