I shove that all aside and figure I’ll unpack it at a future therapy session. He grabs onto my arm and pulls me closer so my body is pressed firmly against the wall of muscle that’s towering over me.
“You should have run away when you had the chance,” he says, and I can’t help but notice how deep and sexy his voice is.
He quickly drags me over to the jewelry box and carefully shuts the doors so nothing looks out of place and then drags me to the huge walk-in closet off the bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack so he can see out.
I let out a small gasp when Mr. Colfax walked in, a drink in one hand and his cell phone in the other. The thief shoots me a warning look and pulls me back against him so his chest is pressed against my back and his gloved hand is covering my mouth. He pre
