Letisha's POV
I followed in a daze as Adrian pulled me from the restaurant. His stride was long and serious, and I had to run to keep up with him as he still had my hand clasped in his. Because of this, I ran into his back when he stopped abruptly in the parking lot.
I rubbed at my abused forehead and wondered if he was made out of concrete. But then I remembered all those muscles I'd seen yesterday when I'd bandaged his wound. At the thought of his injury, I frowned up at him in concern but my thoughts faltered when I saw the thunderous look on his face.
I took an instinctive step back. Was he angry with me?
Of course, he was. I had pulled him into my drama and forced him to lie on my behalf. Who wouldn't be angry? I opened my mouth to apologize but his next words stopped me.
“Has h
