The confined space of the lift shrunk with her new awareness of him as a potentially interested male. She wanted badly to turn and meet Marcus’s gaze—maybe see what lurked in the depths of his blue-gray eyes—but why did she suddenly care about his thoughts? Until a couple months ago, Marcus had been her jailor. His daily presence still made her feel punished for ending up some crazy cyber scientist’s victim. Resentment over his hovering lingered with her like an irritating splinter stuck under a fingernail.
And why should she care about the thoughts of someone who was a prime example of all she feared becoming at the hands of someone like Bradley Smith? She still didn’t completely trust Dr. Winters, even though she had worked for the woman for months. How could she ever find her ease? The
