Chapter 214
She didn’t just stop, she recoiled. She looked over her shoulder, “What are you doing here, Raphael?”
I didn’t answer right away. I let my gaze sweep over her, taking in the way her blouse was still slightly wrinkled from my hands, the way she looked ready to bolt. I jerked my chin toward the black sedan idling at the curb.
“Get in. We’re going home.”
“No, thank you,” she snapped. She turned her back on me and kept walking, her pace quickening.
I felt the heat rise in my neck, a flash of that dark temper that usually ended in broken bones. I caught up to her in three long strides, my shadow swallowing hers.
“It’s a car tonight, Gianna, not a bike. You aren’t walking miles in those shoes.”
She spun around, her chest heaving, “I don’t care if it’s a private jet, Raphael. I need space. I need you to not be
within ten feet of me.”
I took a deep breath, trying to keep the beast behind my ribs from snapping, “Don’t be stubborn,” I said, “You look exhausted, you’re hurting, and you’re making this harder than it needs to be. Just tell me what the problem is. We can fix it in the car. It makes this easy for both of us.”
She let out a sharp, breathless laugh, her eyes searching mine for a punchline that wasn’t there, “There is not problem.”
I stepped closer, my shadow pinning her against the brick of the building behind her. I looked down at her, though my blood was screaming to just pick her up and force her into the seat.
“Don’t lie to me,” I rasped. “There is clearly a problem, and I’m not moving until you admit it.”
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