Thirty-Two
Jackson’s abrupt withdrawal left Justice reeling. He’d been about to kiss her, and she’d done nothing to stop him. If it hadn’t been for the alarm, who knows what would have happened.
She sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her head. Jackson was infected. Why would he try to kiss her?
A frown creased her brow. It had to be a trick. He must have realised she was attracted to him, despite her efforts to hide it. Then he’d used it against her.
She leaped off the bed and began to pace, barely registering when the siren stopped, too busy berating herself for being sucked in. The deep stare, the tender way he’d held her.
Justice flushed. How dare he pretend he wanted her, only to cast her aside the minute something distracted him? He’d actually ordered her to stay in the room and
