"I am here for jewelry, Ms. Stone," Theo said calmly.
"Don't lie to me," I snapped, pointing a shaking finger at him. "You came all the way to New York to stalk me. Listen to me, Theo. If you're here because you're still under the impression that I'm your dead wife, you're completely wrong, and you're wasting your money. I am not Selena."
Theo stopped walking. He tilted his head slightly, studying my face with a dark, burning intensity. He didn't yell, and he didn't look broken like he did before. He just looked dangerous.
"If you're not Selena," Theo whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "then why are you nervous?"
"I'm not nervous!" I lied, gripping the edge of the wooden table to stop my hands from shaking.
I can't help the fact that he makes me nervous.
He smiled, but it was a
