Katherine didn’t move. She couldn’t. She felt frozen. The faint sense of disorientation she’d felt when she’d first woken up seemed to be paralysing her ability to speak. For some reason she felt like she needed time to pull herself together.
After making a fool of herself the last time they had talked, she had assumed that the next time they talked, it would be on her terms, not his.
"Damm it, Kat" She heard him swear. "Kat, I know you’re in there. Your mother was kind enough to tell me you’d be home today." His voice was becoming more impatient. "Come on, open the door. Do you want me to be arrested for soliciting or some such thing?"
Anyone less likely to allow himself to be arrested for soliciting Katherine could hardly imagine. Jensen Packard was far too sure of himself for that.
