CONNOR SHELBY.

“Oh my God," I exhaled in my mind at how it all played out before my eyes.

I wanted to go after her, grab her hands and launch into a tirade of explanation.

But it felt as though my feet grew roots and suddenly pinned me to the spot. I couldn’t move a bloody inch.

It unsettled me to see the crushed look on her face as she ran out of the café.

But it wasn’t my feet’s fault, I sensed the firm grip of Marcus’s hand on my arm holding me back. And when he realized that I had noticed his hands on mine, he took two...