The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.
Lacey didn't like the look in his eyes. Subconsciously, she reached out her hand and tried to push him away.
Sam had eagle eyes, however, and his hands were quick. He managed to grab her hand and held it close to his chest. With eyes as sharp as knives, he sneered in a low, hoarse voice, "You want to marry him so badly, huh?"
Lacey tried to withdraw her hand, but the man had such a firm grip on her that she couldn't move at all.
She lifted her head and glared at him." Mr. Garrison, it's none of your business who I want to marry!"
Sam squinted again, a faint smile on his face. "None of my business? Are you sure?"
He leaned in closer to her once more. "Would you like me to help you recall our memories?" he asked. His warm breath was near
