My hand slips down over my eyes as I take a few deep breaths. “Tabitha. Relax. You’re twenty-eight. I’m not that much older.” “That’s not why I’m hiding.” His fingers wrap around my wrist and pull my hand away from my face. “You’re not hiding. Even if you can’t see me, I can still see you.” Amusement laces his typically menacing tone as he pulls my hand to his chest, leaving it covered with his own.
