“Have I done something wrong?” His gray-green eyes were wide and guileless. He opened the car door, taking a deep breath as I slid past. My temper flared. “Are you smelling me?” After yesterday I suspected that my body was giving him all kinds of information I didn’t want him to have. “Don’t tempt me,” he murmured, shutting me inside. The hair on my neck rose slightly as the implication of his words sank in.
