Her lashes trembled lightly, and she instinctively tried to retreat, but he saw through it effortlessly. His voice was calm, almost indifferent. "If you run this time, I won't chase you again."
Bonnie froze mid-movement, lifting her gaze toward him.
Derek's eyes were deep and steady.
There was no mistaking the seriousness in them.
Even the gentlest of men carried, at their core, a certain steel.
And he was gentle only with her. In business, he was sharp, decisive, and utterly resolute.
Her body stiffened at his words, pupils contracting tightly. She told herself she should rise and leave at once, yet his voice lingered in her ears. Her fingers curled into the bedsheet, gripping so hard that faint veins rose against her pale skin.
