My eyes must have drifted a little too much, because Jeremiah’s smile widened, and he said softly, “See something else you like?” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Phantom fingers tightened around my throat, gave one tight, possessive squeeze, and were gone. I gasped softly, my eyes darting around the room, surveying the crowd – And fucking Jeremiah thought I’d gasped for him.
