Then, without warning, he stiffens, pulling himself away and snatching the rope from my hands. He hangs it on the hook with a huff and slams the door loudly, making me flinch. “You’re not going to show me?” I ask in astonishment. “No.” “Wait!” Reaching out, I grab his arm and try to turn him toward me. He glares down at my hand on his skin as if I’m a leech. “Why not?” “Not me. Find someone else.” “I don’t want to find someone else.”
