Just for a split second, every one of his muscles tensed. His fingers were cool and stiff as I clutched the one. But as I started to let go, with his other hand, he folded my fingers back around his, pinning me quietly with his bossy gaze.
If I’d learned anything in all the romance books I’d ever read, it was that you wanted someone to pick you. But I could pick myself, and that’s what I was going to do.