Jesse lunged for her, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop her from screaming Andre’s name over and over. He reached for her arm, but she jumped back, and his fingers brushed over her smooth hair. He gripped a handful and yanked her into the room, slamming the door behind her. She was still shouting for Andre. His free hand came down hard over her mouth, finally cutting off the sound.
“Shut up,” Jesse hissed.
She struggled passionately against his attempt to pull her against him, her elbow going directly into his ribs. Did she go berserk like this every time she stumbled over somebody unexpected? There was no way she could recognize him. And even if she did, why would she immediately start screaming for Andre?
Despite the pain in his ribs, Jesse’s hold on the girl didn’t loosen. He gripped
