But that won’t be happening. She doesn’t want my touch, not after being forced into my home against her will.
And that matters. It shouldn’t, but God help me, it does.
I clench my jaw so hard I taste metal. “Goodnight, Dr. Aster.”
Then I turn and leave.
Before it’s too late.
Taras always knows when I want to be left the f**k alone. That’s when he most likes to bother me.
The crystal decanter sits heavy in my hand as he materializes in my doorway like a specter summoned by my extended silence. My phone has been ringing on the corner of my desk for I-don’t-even-know-how-long, so I’m assuming that’s why he’s here.
I raise the decanter and take a long sip. It’s a futile attempt to burn away the memory of Olivia’s terrified eyes during the shootout.
Not to mention the sadness in them as
