he Persian rug. Her fingernails dug so ha
nd tight. She pinched the offending piece of fabric
tical. He looked at her as if she were a rat in
er fist. She looked Julian directly in the eye. She r
stated firmly, her voice steady, "I have
und scraped against the walls of the room. I
ward. He put five feet of distance between them. H
rately emphasized the name. He laced the syllables
Serena's blood boil. Heat rushed to her ears. But she
, unlit corner of the massive bedroom near the hea
that hard wooden bench in the shadows. Consider yourself exiled to the corner fo
in her throat. She stared at him in disb
tural, feisty Montana temper flared u
flashed in her mind. She saw the pla
p retort. Her jaw clenche
ed her back on Julian. Her spin
oors. The cold draft from the hallway seeped through the w
g wooden surface. The red lingerie d
k desk. He picked up a digital tablet. He began sc
y. The heavy, rhythmic sound was agonizingly slow. It ma
A vent directly above the door blew a stream of fr
tered together. A wave of goosebumps e
cy. But he was deeply engrossed in scrolling through stock rep
d position. The adrenaline from the car ride and the black
he hard bench. The wood creake
blet. "Sit still," his voice snap
head. She silently cursed him in her m
going to freeze. She scanned the room. She spotted a thick,
steps away. She decided she was not going to f
le. She took a stealthy, quiet step away from the
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