Chapter Nineteen
Mallory had barely taken two steps before Baxter caught up to her. He grabbed her wrist firmly—but not enough to hurt—and spun her around to face him. His eyebrows were drawn down low, and his eyes glinted with anger. “Mallory,” he said quietly, his dark tone sending a chill running down her spine, “please would you stop avoiding this? Christ, do you want me to beg? And don’t give me that s**t about your phone—I know as well as you do that it didn’t make a bloody sound. Thing’s loud enough to wake the dead.”
“Please would you let go of me?” she said breathlessly. She wasn’t sure exactly why she was breathless. Was it his proximity, the fact he’d caught her out in a lie, or that he was demanding she talk about something she really didn’t want to?
He released her wrist, b
