FIONA
“You know it’s not.” I replied, frowning. “I’m just saying. This is good… for your plan as well.”
Ethan narrowed his eyes and leaned close enough that I could see the gleam of the light from the window above reflected in the dark orbs of his irises.
“I don’t care.” He said.
That was not the response I expected and my expression said as much.
“What do you mean you don’t care?” I spluttered. “Isn’t that the entire reason you brought me here?”
“I don’t care about the plan,” he said again, his voice low and intense. “Not right now.”
His hand found mine and he brushed his thumb across my knuckles. Just that small contact was enough to send sparks bolting up my arm. I glanced at it then back up at him.
“I care about you putting yourself in danger,” he said slowly. “I care about
