Ava had done everything to avoid him—screening his calls, ignoring his emails, keeping her head buried in work. She thought maybe, just maybe, if she shut him out long enough, he’d finally let her go.
But Ethan Cross wasn’t a man who let go.
When the pounding on her apartment door shook the frame that night, her heart plummeted. She didn’t need to look through the peephole to know it was him.
“Open the door, Ava,” his deep voice demanded, rougher than she’d ever heard it. “I’m not leaving until you do.”
She pressed her palms to the door, torn between anger and the sharp ache in her chest. “Go home, Ethan. I don’t want this anymore.”
A low, humorless laugh came from the other side. “Don’t want this? You think you can just walk away from me?” He banged again, harder this time. “Open the
