“Don’t touch me. Who the hell are you?” “I’m who I’ve always been to you.” “A stranger.” His silver eyes flashed. “A stranger?” Something pulsed in the air between them, an aura of danger wrapping around him that sent a perverse thrill to her lizard brain. She knew, just knew that if she ran, he would chase. And she wanted him to chase. She wanted him to catch her, conquer her, claim her, and reassure her everything would be okay, that their chemistry, their connection was still the sun while her world tilted on its axis.
