“If you’re talking about our relationship, as short-lived as it was . . .” she said quietly, putting out her hand, terrified he would take it, that his touch would disrupt the stillness she’d worked so hard to achieve. “Why don’t we just agree to . . . forgive and forget.” Slowly, Burgess’s gaze tracked down to her hand, before reestablishing the relentless eye contact that was battering her nervous system. “Forget?” “Yes.” “I couldn’t forget a fucking minute of you if I tried.”
