Kelly didn’t look away.

“You’ve no place to run,” he said, his voice going lower. Sexier.

She remained unfazed, at least on the outside. “I don’t run from anything,” she told him. “And I’m not easily intimidated.”

He tilted his head curiously and arched a brow. "That's good to know.” he said. 

He took another step and leaned in before pausing to look down at her hands. Kelly had not moved a muscle. She held eye contact with him. A part of her wanted to take another step around him, while an-other part—the stubborn and inquisitive part—stood still and waited. For what, she wasn’t quite sure. All she knew for...