A spark of something hot ignites deep in my chest as I stride toward her. Juniper is not a woman who should ever look so crushed. “What are you doing here?” The words burst out of me well before I’ve reached her, but I don’t stop moving. I continue my approach until I’m standing right in front of where she’s perched on the step stool, looking up at me, her chin set defiantly even as her eyes flash. The corners of her lips curl down ever so slightly, and crap, I want to kiss them.
