"I'm quitting," Selina said, her chin lifting, though her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I can't do this anymore. I can't sit out there pretending to organize your schedule while everything feels like a lie. I can't be near you."

"Why?" he demanded, taking a sharp step forward.

Selina backed away, but her heel met the hard wood of the closed office door.

In a flash, Jason closed the remaining gap. He didn't touch her, but he slammed one hand flat against the door beside her head, trapping her between his towering frame and the solid wood, his other hand reaching behind her to lock...