Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1229

Back then, Sandy was nothing like the cool, tough-as-nails woman she is now.

Back then, she was more like a naïve little bunny—on the surface, she put up with Florence’s bullying, but underneath, there was a streak of rebellion in her. Shane could never forget that look of defiance in her pitch-black eyes, that flash of stubborn light. It was sharp enough to pierce right through him, haunting him for years to come.

She was a little troublemaker…

He turned and stood by the big bay window.

His tall frame cast a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole, and Sandy, cowering by the edge of the bed, couldn’t escape the pressure he exuded.

Her mind was still reeling from everything that had happened last night. The passion between them had crashed over her like a wild tide, drowning out all reason.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips tender and swollen, and her hands gripped the edge of the down comforter, trembling ever so slightly.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it—how could she ever have had any real history with someone like him, a man who seemed out of reach for ordinary people?

But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the truth was that last night, these two supposed strangers had tangled in a way that was anything but innocent.

She wished he would just tell her what really happened in the past. The suspense was killing her.

“Say something! Why are you hesitating?” She looked up at him, eyes wet and pleading, almost begging this silent, intimidating man for an answer.

Shane half-turned, his chiseled features thrown into relief by the early morning sunlight. His eyes, dark and stormy, suddenly softened for a fleeting moment.

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