“Fern,” he said, soft and without that dark humor. “Come to me.” My name had never sounded so good, and my breath froze at the velvet loaded demand. Toes scrunching over the door runner, I forced myself to stay where I was. “How do I know you won’t do something horrible again?” I didn’t know why I bothered asking after what he’d done, after he’d embarrassed me the way he had, but I did know I still wanted him. I’d probably always want him. Maybe I needed to let him mess with me enough to rid that desire.
