Fin slowly turned his head to stare at Annika. Her grasp was hot to the touch, the scent of the foreign spices heavy around her. He knew he was feeling … far more than he should toward the woman. Taking several steps back, he nodded silently in agreement before turning to look out one of the windows to the chamber. Annika stared at his back, wondering why in the world she felt disappointed that he wasn’t still inches from her body.
